Hercules of iron wing
Of your glory let anthem sing
Faced with foreign desert lands
Where evil thrives and terror spans
Strong and mighty men of peace
Your legacy will never cease
Pride and sadness interlace
47 Squadron - Lyneham base.
Show your spirit at full mast
And tip your wing at each flypast
Then cast away all earthly things
To fly back home on golden wings.

Oh I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of; wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sun lit silence, hovering there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air;
Up, the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark nor even eagle flew;
And while, with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrepassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God

We will Remember them.

For fallen comrades, their families and friends...

At the end of a storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
You'll never walk alone.

Not original but sincerely heartfelt.

One of Alberts Family, Wiltshire,