Paul Roland
Текст песни Wyndam Hill

They gathered around the machine at the fete on the common
Winged with vellum stretched taut on a wood frame

And all judged the venture insane

"Tell me," inquired the Reporter, "are yon really in earnest"
"And what are the chances of it falling out of the sky"
"And if it did would you be certain to die"

And we'll sail into the wide yielding blue
While far below receding from view
Wyndam Hill and all that we knew

A last minute check on the structure and we were ready
Strapped in my chair I waved to my wife far below
Then gradually released the controls

And we sailed into the wide yielding blue
While far below receding from view
Wyndam Hill and all that we knew