It could be a tiger moth,
It could be a Wellington
Hurricane or Spitire.
Seventy-six different ‘planes
SHE flew during the war,
This lady of the air.
Her life in the air was wonderful,
“In the air you are on your own
and when I was up there
I could play with the clouds”.
Now you are free to fly forever
As your Spirit will be above us,
Flying through the ether,
In joy and wonderment
And in absolute freedom.
Being an ATA pilot was fantastic,\" Mary Ellis recalled.
\"Up in the air on your own. And you can do whatever you like. I flew 400 Spitfires. And occasionally I would take one up and go and play with the clouds.
\"I would like to do it all over again. There was a war on but otherwise it was absolutely wonderful.\"