The Royal Air Force has enjoyed a good days flight   With excellent weather over Iraq   The army has been continuing to prepare   For the coming land battle, and I can report on the arrangements   Being made for handling prisoners of war      O, mistress mine, where are you roaming?   O, stay and hear your true loves coming   That can sing both high and low   Trip no further pretty sweeting   Journeys end in lovers meeting   Every wise man's son doth know      What comes now has gone tomorrow   Present smiles are full of sorrow   But I see you in my mind   From the shadows of my memory   I can feel you walking near me   And I'm waiting for the rain to fall      Dust from your eyes, angels are falling   From distant fears, your cold hearts beating   I can see you in the dark   Or the flicker of a daydream   From the edge of silent tears   I remember and I smile      What is love? Tis not hereafter   Present mirth hath present laughter   What's to come is still unsure   In delay there lies no plenty   Then come kiss me sweet and twenty   Youth's a stuff twill not endure