She visited a memory
Of a brother dead and gone
The War was carried to its end
The world had carried on
But she still remembered Harry
Smiling, waving from the train
As she stood beside her mother
On a platform swept with rain
On a runway in Alberta
On a bomber painted black
Memories of Harry flooded back
He'd been shipped across the sea
He flew in the RAF
He sent a picture of the crew
Him smiling with the rest
And he went to meet his Maker
In a bomber in the end
Left the pleasant fields of England
Never to return again
He thought of storm clouds in Keewatin
As he looked out at the flak
From the navigator’s table where he sat
She climbed aboard as they had done
Those boys of long ago
She looked out at the silent wing
Imagining the roar
And she saw what she had hoped to find
What she'd wondered for so long a time
She looked down at the empty chair
The table and the map
She said, Isn't it nice to know where Harry sat
She visited a memory
Of a brother dead and gone
The War was carried to its end
The world had carried on
But she still remembered Harry
Smiling, waving from the train
As she stood beside her mother
On a platform swept with rain
On a runway in Alberta
On a bomber painted black
Memories of Harry flooded back
He'd been shipped across the sea
He flew in the RAF
He sent a picture of the crew
Him smiling with the rest
And he went to meet his Maker
In a bomber in the end
Left the pleasant fields of England
Never to return again
He thought of storm clouds in Keewatin
As he looked out at the flak
From the navigator’s table where he sat
She climbed aboard as they had done
Those boys of long ago
She looked out at the silent wing
Imagining the roar
And she saw what she had hoped to find
What she'd wondered for so long a time
She looked down at the empty chair
The table and the map
She said, Isn't it nice to know where Harry sat