The first song I ever heard that made me realise Mike Harding was far, far more than 'just a writer of comedic songs' is now on Youtube, for all to here, so, I thought I'd share it with you.

It's Beautiful...

'Bomber's Moon' on Youtube




Bomber's Moon by Mike Harding:

"'44 in Bomber County
Young men waiting for the night
In the hedgerows birds are singing
Calling in the falling light

And the Captain says
"Tonight there'll be a bomber's moon
We'll be there and back
Underneath a bomber's moon
A thousand bombers over the Northern Sea
Heading out...out for Germany"

Chalkie White stands at the dartboard
Curly Thompson writes to his wife
Nobby Clarke and Jumbo Johnson
Are playing cards and smoking pipes

And over the hangars rises a bomber's moon
Full and clear, rising as the engines croon
And the planes, they taxi out on to Runway Five
And sail off out, into the silvery night

Sandy Campbell checks his oil gauge
The Belgian coast is coming soon
Curly Thompson lifts his sextant
And lines up on the bomber's moon

And the waves are shining there
Beneath the bomber's moon
Lancasters flying high
Below the bomber's moon
Rumbling in along the Belgian coast
A thousand silver shrouded ghosts

Flak flies up around the city
Jumbo Johnson banks his plane
Goes in low and drops his payload
Turns to join the pack again

And people are dying there
Below the bomber's moon
The city's a raging hell
Below the bomber's moon
The planes head out
Towards the Northern Sea
Young men coming home from victory

Over Belgian came the fighters
Flying high against the night
Curly Thompson saw them coming
Closing in before he died

And the young men shot them down
Below the bomber's moon
Shot them down in flames
Below the bomber's moon

Young men sending young men
To their graves
Saw them down
Into the North Sea waves

'83 in Bomber County
Mrs. White dusts the picture and she cries
Chalkie White in uniform
Looking as he did the day he died

For God's sake, no more bomber's moons!
No more young men growing up to die too soon
Old men sending young men out to die
Young men dying for a politician's lies

For God's sake, no more bomber's moons!
No more young men growing up to die too soon
Old men sending young men out to kill!
If we don't stop them, then they never will

No more, no more bomber's moons
No more, no more bomber's moons
No more, no more bomber's moons
No more, no more bomber's moons......