Leaving on a jet plane

Lady in black

Stimmband Nr. 19

  1. She came to me one morning,
    one lonely Sunday morning,
    her long hair flowing
    in the midwinterwind!
    I know not how she found me.
    For in darkness I was walking.
    And destruction lay around me
    from a fight I could not win. Ah …
  2. She asked me name my foe then!
    I said the need within some men
    to fight and kill their brothers
    without thougt of love or God.
    And I begged her giv me horses
    to trample down my enemy
    so eager was my passion
    to devour this way of life. Ah …
  3. Thus having spoke she turned away
    and though I found no words to say
    I stood and watched until
    I saw her black cloak disappear.
    My labour is no easier
    but now I know I’m not alone.
    I find new heart each time I think
    upon that windy day.
    And if one day she comes to you,
    drink deeply from her word so wise,
    take courage from her as your prize
    and say hello for me. Ah …
M.+T.: Ken Hensley (*1945), 1970

Leaving on a jet plane

Stimmband Nr. 20

Chorus:
So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me, hold me like you’ll never let me go. Cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh babe, I hate to go.

  1. All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go,
    I’m standing here outside the door,
    I hate to wake you up to say goodbye,
    but the dawn is breakin’ it’s early morn’,
    the taxi’s waitin’, he’s blowin’ his horn.
    Already I’m so lonesome I could die.
    So kiss me …
  2. There’s so many times I’ve let you down,
    so many times I’ve played around.
    I tell you now, they don’t mean a thing.
    Ev’ry place I go I’ll think of you,
    ev’ry song I sing I’ll sing for you.
    When I come back I’ll bring your wedding ring.
    So kiss me …
  3. Now the time has come to leave you,
    one more time let me kiss you.
    Then close your eyes, I’ll be on my way.
    Dream about the days to come,
    when I won’t have to leave alone.
    About the times I won’t have to say:
    So kiss me …
M.+T.: John Denver (1943-1997), 1967