Once again today a Hercules will leave the desert sand
And as it flies a giant shadow falls on England’s pleasant land
Carrying the weight of the world
On its aged and aching shoulders
Once again its mighty metal wings
Will home to its final resting place bring
Another hero, who will grow
No older
Let this plane be the last to fly
Let this mother be the last to fly
Let this soldier be the last to fly
Oh let this Plane be the last to fly
Let this plane be the last to fly
Far away today in shattered streets the innocents will grieve
And prey the ones who brought them hope don’t turn the lights out when they leave
So let the only trigger squeezed
Be the trigger of your conscience eased
Not by the tears of feigning sorrow
Or by the counting of the cost
But by an end to wars
That can’t be won
Only lost
Let this plane be the last to fly
Let this mother be the last to fly
Let this soldier be the last to fly
Oh let this Plane be the last to fly
Let this plane be the last to fly
Let this plane be the last to fly
Let this plane be the last to fly
Let this plane be the last to fly
Let this plane be the last to fly
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