Woke this morning, the war was over   The radio was singing love songs   Saw the smiles upon the soldiers   Coming home across the fields      The calendar said first of August   Romance and promises of summer days   I strolled unclothed into the garden   To feel the warm sun on my face   The saving of the human race      Jets at dawn trail across the sky   Silver birds writing words for airman's wives   Who down below hang the washing out to dry   Frilly briefs and flying helmets in a line      Jets at dawn, writing in the sky   Silver planes   (Vapor trails)   Drawing Coca-Cola signs   To advertise above the cities and the towns   Flying high across the sea beyond the clouds      Said goodbye to the others   The old musicians of the past   Said hello to the young things   Oh, your songs are here to sing at last      Drank the wine of the new vine   Growing wild inside my heart   I saw the future age had risen   Time to make a brand new start   Time to see beyond the dark      Jets at dawn, trails across the sky