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Flying Sorcery

This song is by Al Stewart and appears on the album Year of the Cat (1976).

With your photographs of Kitty Hawk
And the biplanes on your wall
You were always Amy Johnson
From the time that you were small
No schoolroom kept you grounded
While your thoughts could get away
You were taking off in Tiger Moths
Your wings against the brush strokes of the day

Are you there
On the tarmac with the winter in your hair
By the empty hangar doors you stop and stare
Leave the oil drums behind you, they won't care
Are you there

You wrapped me up in a leather coat
And you took me for a ride
We were drifting with the tailwind
When the runway came in sight
The clouds came up to gather us
And the cockpit turned to white
When I looked the sky was empty
I suppose you never saw the landing lights

Are you there
In your jacket with the grease stain and the tear
Caught up in the slipstream of the dare
The compass rose will guide you anywhere
Are you there

The sun comes up on Icarus as the nightbirds sail away
And lights the maps and diagrams
That Leonardo made
You can see Faith, Hope, and Charity
As they bank above the fields
You can join the flying circus
You can touch the morning air against your wheels

Are you there
Do you have a thought for me that you can share
I never thought you'd take me unawares
Just call me if you ever need repairs
Are you there


Written by:

Al Stewart


  • Amy Johnson CBE, (1 July 1903 – 5 January 1941) was a pioneering English aviatrix in the manner of the American Amelia Earhart.
  • A flying circus refers to a group of stunt pilots that would perform aerobatic tricks with airplanes, a popular form of aerial entertainment in the 1920s also known as barnstorming.

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