Chris Judge Smith - Curly's Airships - CD1 - 2 - Walking Her Out | Текст песни

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• Chris Judge Smith
• Curly's Airships - CD1 - 2 - Walking Her Out

1919, on the flat fens of Norfolk,
A gigantic iron shed
Obscures the dark grey sky,
And there's something extraordinary
We keep inside;
Something I'd like you to see.
Leave your matches outside please
And your cigarette lighters.
You could say we're a trifle vulnerable to fire;
And rubber-soled shoes only please,
Can't risk sparks.
Just through this door.
Now what do you think of that?...

She's six hundred and fifty feet long;
That's twice the length of a soccer pitch,
And she stands as tall
As a nine storey building;
Meet His Majesty's Airship R.33...

6am, five hundred sleepy men
On ropes beneath her.
So big in here,
The shed seems half deserted.
There she floats, six feet above the floor,
Weightless...

Here she comes now, with the sun;
The first red fires of dawn
Turn her silver into gold...