LYRIC FOR SALE

By Edward Kenny

"Papa don't fly tonight,"
The premonition of a child,
It was just another flight,
And to the danger he just smiled.

Mountains will fall to sand,
And take everything in their wake,
If only a plane could land,
It was a chance he had to take.

Oh, I have seen fields of heroes (Chorus)
Taking noble stances in the hall,
And the image of Roberto
Is there among them upon the wall,
But if you stop there don’t forget
How he answered when he heard the call,
And the legend of Roberto
Is in a place that will never fall.

Always he’d be the one
To bring it all home on his own,
And his work was never done,
As long as one child was alone.

Wreckage lies on the sea,
So far below a darkened sky,
Up there he has to be,
Because he’d wouldn’t pass them by.

Oh, I have seen fields of heroes (Chorus)
Taking noble stances in the hall,
And the image of Roberto
Is there among them upon the wall,
But if you stop there don’t forget
How he answered when he heard the call,
And the legend of Roberto
Is in a place that will never fall.