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