[bad word] HOME
(Smith/Harris [bad word] 

When I stand before you shining
In the early morning Sun
When I feel the engines roar
And I think of what we've done

Oh the bittersweet reflection
As we kiss the earth goodbye
As the waves and echoes of the
Towns [bad word] the ghosts of time

Over borders that divide the
Earthbound tribes
No creed and no religion
Just a hundred winged souls

We will ride this thunderbird
Silver shadows on the earth
thousand leagues away

Our land of birth
To Albion's land [bad word] home when I see the [bad word] lights
In the misty dawn the night
Is fading fast [bad word] home far away
As the vapour trails alight
Where I've been tonight
You know I will not stay

Curving on the edge of daylight
'til it slips into the void
Waited in the long night dreaming
'til the Sun is born again

Stretch the fingers of my hand
Cover countries with my span
Just a lonely satellite
speck of dust in cosmic sand

Over borders that divide the
Earthbound tribes
Flown the dark Atlantic
Over mariners stormy graves

We will ride this thunderbird
Silver shadows on the earth
thousand leagues away

Our land of birth
To Albion's land [bad word] home when I see the [bad word] lights
In the misty dawn the night
Is fading fast [bad word] home far away
As the vapour trails alight
Where I've been tonight
You know I will not stay