His flying jacket still has her perfume
Memories of the night
Play across his mind
High above the fields of France
A single biplane in a clear blue sky
1917, no enemy was seen
High above the fields of France
Oh she looks
But there's nothing to see
Still she looks
Saying come back to me
He tells her just remember me this way
Fore here am I more true
Than anything I do
High above the fields of France
Oh she looks
Though he'll never come back
And the letter that came
Was bordered in black
She'll find somebody else
But not forget
Leaving her regrets
Like vapour trails of jets
High above the fields of France
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[01:24.18]His flying jacket still has her perfume
[01:28.08]Memories of the night
[01:30.18]Play across his mind
[01:32.16]High above the fields of France
[01:45.60]A single biplane in a clear blue sky
[01:49.92]1917, no enemy was seen
[01:53.19]High above the fields of France
[02:07.71]Oh she looks
[02:10.80]But there's nothing to see
[02:15.84]Still she looks
[02:17.40]Saying come back to me
[02:25.47]He tells her just remember me this way
[02:29.16]Fore here am I more true
[02:31.32]Than anything I do
[02:33.69]High above the fields of France
[02:36.00]Oh she looks
[03:01.05]Though he'll never come back
[03:08.28]And the letter that came
[03:11.76]Was bordered in black
[03:18.06]She'll find somebody else
[03:19.83]But not forget
[03:22.14]Leaving her regrets
[03:24.00]Like vapour trails of jets
[03:26.13]High above the fields of France
📝 纯歌词版本
His flying jacket still has her perfume
Memories of the night
Play across his mind
High above the fields of France
A single biplane in a clear blue sky
1917, no enemy was seen
High above the fields of France
Oh she looks
But there's nothing to see
Still she looks
Saying come back to me
He tells her just remember me this way
Fore here am I more true
Than anything I do
High above the fields of France
Oh she looks
Though he'll never come back
And the letter that came
Was bordered in black
She'll find somebody else
But not forget
Leaving her regrets
Like vapour trails of jets
High above the fields of France
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[01:24.18]His flying jacket still has her perfume
[01:28.08]Memories of the night
[01:30.18]Play across his mind
[01:32.16]High above the fields of France
[01:45.60]A single biplane in a clear blue sky
[01:49.92]1917, no enemy was seen
[01:53.19]High above the fields of France
[02:07.71]Oh she looks
[02:10.80]But there's nothing to see
[02:15.84]Still she looks
[02:17.40]Saying come back to me
[02:25.47]He tells her just remember me this way
[02:29.16]Fore here am I more true
[02:31.32]Than anything I do
[02:33.69]High above the fields of France
[02:36.00]Oh she looks
[03:01.05]Though he'll never come back
[03:08.28]And the letter that came
[03:11.76]Was bordered in black
[03:18.06]She'll find somebody else
[03:19.83]But not forget
[03:22.14]Leaving her regrets
[03:24.00]Like vapour trails of jets
[03:26.13]High above the fields of France
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