A boy playing in the country lanes With a handmade wooden plane Built in war torn terrain A gift from my brother Last time he came home He said how much I'd grown He's been away for far too long Now he don't belong Running through poppy fields I slip and I fall head over heels Lying on my back, I watch the skies As clouds float by, Spitfires fly high With all the grace of a dragonfly A wondrous sight, gleaming in sunlight As I watch the dogfights Watching through the eyes of a child The sheer excitement I felt inside So innocent from the hillside I now know the cost couldn't be more great Aces playing for high stakes And bearing witness to so many young men Going to meet their fate Flying over poppy fields With fighters upon their heels Lying on my back, I watch the skies As clouds float by, Spitfires fly high With all the grace of a dragonfly A wondrous sight, gleaming in sunlight As I watch the dogfights From the skies, they're falling The danger they faced Under fire or giving chase We owe so much to so few (so much I hope they knew) Flying over poppy fields With fighters upon their heels Lying on my back, I watch the skies As clouds float by, Spitfires fly high With all the grace of a dragonfly A wondrous sight, gleaming in sunlight As I watch the dogfights As clouds float by, Spitfires fly high With all the grace of a dragonfly A wondrous sight, gleaming in sunlight As I watch the dogfights Such a thankless plight With all the grace of a dragonfly Freedom for all will prevail