To ride the storm, to an empire of the cloudsTo ride the storm, they climbedaboard their silver ghostTo ride the storm, to a kingdom that will comeTo ride the storm and damn the rest... oblivionRoyalty and dignitaries, brandy and cigarsGrey lady giant of the skies,You hold them in your armsThe millionth chance they laughed,to take down his majesty's craft"To india" they say, "magic carpet float away",an october fateful day...Mist is in the trees,Stone sweats with the dewThe morning sunrise, red before the blueHanging at the mast,Waiting for commandHis majesty's airship,The r101She's the biggest vessel built by man,A giant of the skiesFor all you unbelievers,The titanic fits insideDrum roll tight her canvas skin,Silvered in the sunNever tested with the fury,With the beating yet to comeThe fury yet to comeIn the gathering gloom,A storm rising in the westThe coxswain staredInto the plunging weather glassWe must go now,We must take our chance with fateWe must go now,For a politician, he can't be lateThe airship crew awake for thirtyHours at full stretchBut the ship is in their backbone,Every sinew, every inchShe never flew at full speed,A trial never doneHer fragile outer coverHer achilles would becomeAn Achilles yet to comeSailors of the sky, a hardened breedLoyal to the king,And an airship creedThe engines drum,The telegraph soundsRelease the cordsThat bind us to the groundSaid the coxswain "Sir, she's heavy""She'll never make this flight"Said the captain "Damn the cargo""We'll be on our way tonight"Groundlings cheered in wonder,As she backed off from the mastBaptising them her waterFrom the ballast fore and aftNow she slips into our pastFeeling the wind as it rolls youFeeling the diesels that push you alongWatching the Channel below youLower and lower, into the nightLights are passing below youNorthern france, asleep in their bedsStorm is raging around youA million to one, that's what he saidReaper standing beside herWith his scythe cuts to the bonePanic to make a decisionExperienced men asleep in their gravesHer cover is ripped and she's drowningRain is flooding into the hullBleeding to death and she's fallingLifting gas is draining away"We're down lads" came the cryBow plunging from the skyThree thousand horses silentAs the ship began to dieThe flares to guide her pathIgnited at the lastThe Empire of the Clouds,Just ashes in our pastJust ashes at the lastHere lie their dreamsAs I stand in the sunOn the ground where they builtAnd the engines did runTo the moon and the stars,Now what have we doneOh the dreamers may dieBut the dreams live onDream lives on - dream lives on...Now a shadow on a hill,The angel of the eastThe Empire of the CloudsMay rest in peaceAnd in a country churchyard,Laid head to the mastEight and forty soulsWho came to die in France
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To ride the storm, to an empire of the clouds
To ride the storm, they climbed
aboard their silver ghost
To ride the storm, to a kingdom that will come
To ride the storm and damn the rest... oblivion
Royalty and dignitaries, brandy and cigars
Grey lady giant of the skies,
You hold them in your arms
The millionth chance they laughed,
to take down his majesty's craft
"To india" they say, "magic carpet float away",
an october fateful day...
Mist is in the trees,
Stone sweats with the dew
The morning sunrise, red before the blue
Hanging at the mast,
Waiting for command
His majesty's airship,
The r101
She's the biggest vessel built by man,
A giant of the skies
For all you unbelievers,
The titanic fits inside
Drum roll tight her canvas skin,
Silvered in the sun
Never tested with the fury,
With the beating yet to come
The fury yet to come
In the gathering gloom,
A storm rising in the west
The coxswain stared
Into the plunging weather glass
We must go now,
We must take our chance with fate
We must go now,
For a politician, he can't be late
The airship crew awake for thirty
Hours at full stretch
But the ship is in their backbone,
Every sinew, every inch
She never flew at full speed,
A trial never done
Her fragile outer cover
Her achilles would become
An Achilles yet to come
Sailors of the sky, a hardened breed
Loyal to the king,
And an airship creed
The engines drum,
The telegraph sounds
Release the cords
That bind us to the ground
Said the coxswain "Sir, she's heavy"
"She'll never make this flight"
Said the captain "Damn the cargo"
"We'll be on our way tonight"
Groundlings cheered in wonder,
As she backed off from the mast
Baptising them her water
From the ballast fore and aft
Now she slips into our past
Feeling the wind as it rolls you
Feeling the diesels that push you along
Watching the Channel below you
Lower and lower, into the night
Lights are passing below you
Northern france, asleep in their beds
Storm is raging around you
A million to one, that's what he said
Reaper standing beside her
With his scythe cuts to the bone
Panic to make a decision
Experienced men asleep in their graves
Her cover is ripped and she's drowning
Rain is flooding into the hull
Bleeding to death and she's falling
Lifting gas is draining away
"We're down lads" came the cry
Bow plunging from the sky
Three thousand horses silent
As the ship began to die
The flares to guide her path
Ignited at the last
The Empire of the Clouds,
Just ashes in our past
Just ashes at the last
Here lie their dreams
As I stand in the sun
On the ground where they built
And the engines did run
To the moon and the stars,
Now what have we done
Oh the dreamers may die
But the dreams live on
Dream lives on - dream lives on...
Now a shadow on a hill,
The angel of the east
The Empire of the Clouds
May rest in peace
And in a country churchyard,
Laid head to the mast
Eight and forty souls
Who came to die in France
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