He fights the bite, the endless strain,
Tail-end Charlie, a hero unsung,
their bravery echoes, a debt we've all paid
Belly cold, in the dark he rides,
Of fear and sweat, as the bomber pounds,
He scans the inky black, a watchful eye,
a sacrifice made, for freedom's gain
His fingers grip the guns, a steady hand,
Tail-end Charlie, the lone wolf's cry,
the bomber's shield, the last line of sand
Lancaster's tail, where the danger hides
He knows the danger, the ever-present threat,
Four engines roar, a symphony grim,
but courage unyielding, he won't back down yet
enemy cities, on hallowed grounds
guarding his brothers, their victory sprung
a sleepless vigil, a pouring rain
a bomber's ballet, a deadly hymn
Though history whispers, their names may fade,
for the Messerschmitt's bite, the flak that flies
Icy wind whips, through the perspex dome,
a speck of dust 'gainst the fiery whole
a guardian angel, soaring in the sky
Tail-end Charlie, the loneliest soul,
The bombs fall heavy, a fiery rain,
tracers like streaks, lighting up his home