| Way out in London airport in hangar number four
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| A lonely little biplane lived whose name was Evermore
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| His working days were over no more would he sail
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| Upon his wings above the clouds flying the royal mail
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| CHORUS
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| Bye bye biplane once upon a sky plane
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| Bye bye hushabye lullabye plane
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| All the mighty jet planes would look down their nose
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| They’d laugh and say oh I’m so glad that I’m not one of those
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| And Evermore would shake away the teardrops from his wings
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| And dream of days when he again could do heroic things
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| CHORUS
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| Then one day the fog and rain had closed the airport down
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| And all the mighty jet planes were helpless on the ground
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| When a call came to the airport for a mercy flight
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| 'Twould be too late, they could not wait, someone must fly tonight
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| Ah they rolled the little biplane out to runway number five
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| And though he looked so small and weak he knew he could survive
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| And as he rose into the storm the big jets hung their wings
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| And they hoped someday like Evermore to do heroic things
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| CHORUS
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| And so my baby bundle I have spun a tale for you
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| You must learn there’s nothing in this world that you can’t do Do not be discouraged by circumstance and size
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| Remember Evermore and set your sights upon the skies
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| CHORUS (twice)
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| Goodnight Wilbur
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| Goodily night, Orville |