High in the sky of war torn friends in the year of seventeen There flew a brave young baron in a crimson flyin' machine Its cunning flight and flashing guns brought many to the ground But the will of all the cockade boys was to shoot the baron down He flew a fokker triplane the terror of the skies And hiding in the morning sun he took 'em by surprise The stads and the camel tried to bring him down in flames But many met their death in tryin' to play the baron's game The hunter and the hunted was the game he liked to play He knew some day he'd meet his match he knew some day he'd pay The vickers sights on the Maltese cross someday would have to fall The hunter becomes the hunted and destiny to call One April morn o'er cappy town the Baron seeked his prey He hunted down a camel t'was flown by Willie May Then diving down from nowhere there came young Roy Brown He fired a burst so straight and true and brought the Baron down And now the Baron's fallen no more he roams the sky But like his wish he met his fate the hunter not to die So written in the annals of men born to fly The baron died a hero's death in the battle of the skies High in the sky of war torn friends in the year of seventeen There flew a brave young baron in a crimson flyin' machine Its cunning flight and flashing guns brought many to the ground But the will of all the cockade boys was to shoot the baron downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
