Waiting (o Mistress Mine)

The Royal Air Force has enjoyed a good days flight

With excellent weather over Iraq

The army has been continuing to prepare

For the coming land battle, and I can report on the arrangements

Being made for handling prisoners of war

O, mistress mine, where are you roaming?

O, stay and hear your true loves coming

That can sing both high and low

Trip no further pretty sweeting

Journeys end in lovers meeting

Every wise man's son doth know

What comes now has gone tomorrow

Present smiles are full of sorrow

But I see you in my mind

From the shadows of my memory

I can feel you walking near me

And I'm waiting for the rain to fall

Dust from your eyes, angels are falling

From distant fears, your cold hearts beating

I can see you in the dark

Or the flicker of a daydream

From the edge of silent tears

I remember and I smile

What is love? Tis not hereafter

Present mirth hath present laughter

What's to come is still unsure

In delay there lies no plenty

Then come kiss me sweet and twenty

Youth's a stuff twill not endure