It's a scene from a future that never could be
He's standing behind her beneath a lit tree
And the lights of Times Square they are burning above
He's 24, madly in love
He never reached her, he never stood there
He never saw snowflakes fall on her soft hair
At the airport she waited and fell to her knees
She knew that his flight was PanAm 103
Springtime and summer and autumn will run
And the sweet days of singing so gently will come
But the warm hearted winter is waiting for me
When the soft snow comes falling down on Lockerbie
It's a scene from a future that ever will be
We're standing together beneath a tall tree
Two hundred and seventy candles burn bright
The long years of love will keep them alight
Somewhere she's standing, she's holding the scale
With a sword in her hand and a heart that can't fail
Whilst here in the picture I carry with me
Tim Burman is smiling and always will be
Springtime and summer and autumn will run
And the sweet days of singing so gently will come
But the warm hearted winter is waiting for me
When the soft snow comes falling down on Lockerbie
He's standing behind her beneath a lit tree
And the lights of Times Square they are burning above
He's 24, madly in love
He never reached her, he never stood there
He never saw snowflakes fall on her soft hair
At the airport she waited and fell to her knees
She knew that his flight was PanAm 103
Springtime and summer and autumn will run
And the sweet days of singing so gently will come
But the warm hearted winter is waiting for me
When the soft snow comes falling down on Lockerbie
It's a scene from a future that ever will be
We're standing together beneath a tall tree
Two hundred and seventy candles burn bright
The long years of love will keep them alight
Somewhere she's standing, she's holding the scale
With a sword in her hand and a heart that can't fail
Whilst here in the picture I carry with me
Tim Burman is smiling and always will be
Springtime and summer and autumn will run
And the sweet days of singing so gently will come
But the warm hearted winter is waiting for me
When the soft snow comes falling down on Lockerbie
Contributed by Dq82 - 2024/8/21 - 12:26
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In 2018 Rachel Robertson asked us to write a song for her brother, Tim Burman. Tim was one of 270 people killed in the Lockerbie bombing on 21st December 1988 when flight PanAm 103 broke up above the small Scottish town killing all those on board and 11 people on the ground. He was 24 and on his way to New York to spend Christmas with his girlfriend, Rose. Rachel said she didn’t see it as being a sad song but a love song and a song to keep the Lockerbie families' campaign for justice alive.
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