Concorde

Every day at four o’clock

I went on our flat roof

Above St Mary’s monastery SW4

For fresh air if you like

And a look at London life

But actually I was there for something more

For every day around four o’clock

In a corner of the sky

A silver dot appeared from out the cloud

And as that dot drew nearer

And grew larger to my eye

Its fast approach became distinctly loud

A plane yes it’s a plane all right

Approaching through the blue

But its distinctive shape is what I mean

This silver arrow in the sky

Soon o’er my head in the by and by

Is Concorde from New York and what a scene

It seems so near as it flies by

I feel I can touch it in the sky

Just reach up with open outstretched hand

It heads for Heathrow in the west

And I am left with fallen crest

To go back down and join religion land

But things have changed now I have changed

And London town is rearranged

And Concorde never more takes to the sky

And I found Stirling to my taste

And life hasn’t really been a waste

Yes Concorde’s grounded and I’m the one to fly

Brian Fahy

9 April 2021