Mr Mitchell's Angel

I stood on the shore and I heard the sweet roar
Of a finely-tuned merlin machine;
Look to the skies - the sudden surprise
Of a Solent Supermarine;

O Mr Mitchell if only you'd seen your Angel of Dream
And the young men who fly for the kill and the cry
Our freedom to save.


We waited at Woolston for the men to come home
But the works were raised to the ground;
One hundred and more lost their lives to the bombs
The Angel was not to be found;

O Mr Mitchell if only you'd seen your Phoenix rise from the grave
For the spirit of truth and the life that they gave
Our freedom to save.


And though you died young your life's work was done
The Spitfire is your legacy;
Now you'll never grow old while the story is told
Of the few who fought for that day;

O Mr Mitchell I wish I had been your bird on the wing
Bravely defending the green fields of England
Our freedom to save.

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We stood on the shore and we heard the sweet roar
Of a finely-tuned merlin machine;
Look to the skies - the sudden surprise
Of a Solent Supermarine;

O Mr Mitchell if only you'd seen your angel of dream
O Mr Mitchell if only you'd seen your angel of dream
Our angel of dreams
Our angel of dreams.


© Ivor & Kevan Bundell 2006