The Grace of a Dragonfly Songtext
von Lionheart

A boy playing in the country lanes
With a hand-made wooden plane
Built in war-torn terrain
A gift from my brother
Last time he came home
He said how much I′d grown
He's been away for far too long
Now he don′t belong

Running through poppy fields I slip and I fall head over heels
Lying on my back I watch the skies

As clouds float by Spitfires fly high
With all the grace of a dragonfly
A wondrous sight gleaming in sunlight
As I watch the dogfights


Watching through the eyes of a child
The sheer excitement I felt inside
So innocent from the hillside
I now know the cost couldn't be more great
Aces playing for high stakes
And bearing witness to so many young men
Going to meet their fate

Flying over poppy fields
With fighters upon their heels
Lying on my back I watch the skies

As clouds float by Spitfires fly high
With all the grace of a dragonfly
A wondrous sight gleaming in sunlight
As I watch the dogfights

From the skies they're falling

The danger they faced
Under fire, or giving chase
We owe so much to so few (so much I hope they knew)

Flying over poppy fields
With fighters upon their heels
Lying on my back I watch the skies


As clouds float by Spitfires fly high
With all the grace of a dragonfly
A wondrous sight gleaming in sunlight
As I watch the dogfights
As clouds float by Spitfires fly high
With all the grace of a dragonfly
A wondrous sight gleaming in sunlight
As I watch the dogfights

Such a thankless plight
With all the grace of a dragonfly
Freedom for all will prevail