With You . . .
Oh!
You glorious machines
You beautiful boys
Fledglings in blue
Up toward the void
Your world endured
Expectant by us
To more than contain
The hopeful foe
Although deep inside
We did not
Wish you to go
But we are with you
In the heavens above
Riding beside you
In every twist and turn
You perform
Whilst we watch below
At once up in the heights
Next in silent deathly prone
As a hunting falcon
Watchful, attentive, alone
Then plunging
To bring to the sword
The unrepentant horde
But you are not alone
We are with you
In all that you do
Take comfort in the fact
That our deeds are good
We did not ask
For this bloody fight
Nor did you
In the many guises fulfilled
Once, as a hunter waiting
Patient composed still
Next as a delicate feather
On the wing you flew
Up high then
Down and low
Your charge glides
And roams
Above the meadows
Of our precious home
Strong divine England
You, our warriors shown
Your victorious joy
Reflected in each
And every sortie flown
Your brothers who
God took early
Hold testament
To their sacrifice
To their solace
Their Heaven sent
Of comforting peace
Held close by us
We who ride with you
Holding you dear
Your accomplished daring
Your unflinching sear
As flocks migrating
To their homing place
So our brave brood
You epitomise
By your protection
Given freely
To watch over us all
From the heights of heaven
To our hallowed terrain
Bless you all
For all you do
In you we trust
Bless your free spirit
Your intuitive minds
Protecting us
Keeping us safe
Away from the
Hell driven force
In peace moreover
Proclaimed for evermore
In evening song
