(Gary Brooker / Keith Reid) 



There was no more fear of flying 

Once the final word were spoke 

There was no more tears of crying 

It had all become a joke 

Though they took a vow of silence 

Still the rumours quickly spread 

There was no more point in trying 

for the great affair was dead 



There was no more fear of flying 

There was no more fears and pain 

There was no more need for spying 

They had everything to gain 



There was no more fear of flying 

There was no more tortured brow 

They had dropped the safety curtain 

They had killed the sacred cow 

There was everything to live for 

There was nothing to explain 

They had left the scene, triumphant 

They would live to fight again 



There was no more fear of flying 

There was no more fears and pain 

There was no more need for spying 

They had everything to gain