A CLOUD of Bombers, riding high, Sun-kiss'd, stream-lined, in brave array, Crusading birds in Summer sky, A gallant sight as they go by Across bright, brilliant, blue high-way, A cloud of Bombers, riding high. A crew each carries, Chivalry Itself incarnate, forth to fray. ... Crusading birds in Summer sky, Who, self-less, prove and typify True sacrifice, who, blest, obey— A cloud of Bombers, riding high— Resistless call, contentedly Glance landwards, take calm, swift survey— Crusading birds in Summer sky— Of their lov'd England as they fly Forth into Fate's fell jaws, portray— A cloud of Bombers riding high— Summit of known nobility And spiritual strength in common clay: Crusading birds in Summer sky, Inspired, informed with constancy To hold in faith to firm essay, A cloud of Bombers, riding high, Proud Band of Brothers, strong to die If need should come, prepared to pay— Crusading birds in Summer sky— The final price, who dare descry Death as if Death stood holiday To cloud of Bombers, riding high, Crusading birds in Summer sky. |