The Immelman Turn Lyrics - A Beach Full Of Shells - Al Stewart

I always was the reckless kind, I do what I must do 

I put the danger out of mind, and go on 

I joined the barnstorm fliers back in 1922 

And above those dusty farms, we put a shw on 

Fly, fly to the western sky 

Where the fog bank shifts and the danger lies 

Why, why would you never learn 

That you won't come back from the Immelman Turn? 

Fly, fly to the red sunrise 

Where the cloudbanks shift under copper skies 

Why, why would you never learn 

That you won't come back from the Immelman Turn? 

From aboard a Curtiss Jenny, oh, you see things differently 

And the farm boys wait for joyrides in the clearing 

I went out walking on the wing in 1923 

And above the engine noise I heard them cheering 

repeat chorus 

You won't come back from the Immelman Turn 

Why, why, why? 

You won't come back from the Immelman Turn 

Why, why, why? 

There never was a one like you 

Who knew that way to fly 

But you won't come back from the Immelman Turn 

Why, why, why? 

The frost was on your aieleron's, and the wind was in your hair 

When you went into the climb I saw you laughing 

When the engine stalls and you start to spin 

You won't get out of there 

And a hush comes on the crowd as you go falling 

repeat chorus 

repeat bridge