{title: Fear of Flying} {artist: Gary Brooker} {time: 4/4} {tempo: 134} {key: Cm} {duration: 4:38} {meta: author Frans-Willem Post, 2026-05-06} {start_of_part: Intro} [Cm] [F7] [F7] [Cm] [Cm] [F7] [F7] [Cm] {end_of_part} {start_of_verse: Verse 1} [Cm] There was no more fear of [F7]flying, [Cm] once the final word were [F7]spoke [Ab] There was [Eb]no more [Ab] tears of [Eb]crying, [D7] it had all become a [G7]joke {end_of_verse} {start_of_verse: Verse 2} [Cm] Though they took a vow of [F]silence, [Cm] still the rumours quickly [F7]spread [Ab] There was [Eb]no more [Ab] point in [Eb]trying, [D7] for the great affair was [G7]dead {end_of_verse} {start_of_chorus: Chorus 1} There was [Cm]no more [Ab]fear of [F]flying There was [Eb/Bb]no more [Bb7]fears and [Eb]pain [Gaug] There was [Cm]no more [Ab]need for [F]spying They had [Eb/Bb]every[Bb7]thing to [Eb]gain [Gaug] {end_of_chorus} {start_of_verse: Verse 3} [Cm] There was no more fear of [F7]flying, [Cm] there was no more tortured [F7]brow [Ab] They had [Eb]dropped the [Ab] safety [Eb]curtain, [D7] they had killed the sacred [G7]cow {end_of_verse} {start_of_verse: Verse 4} [Cm] There was everything to [F7]live for, [Cm] there was nothing to ex[F7]plain [Ab] They had [Eb]left the [Ab] scene, tri[Eb]umphant, [D7] they would live to fight a[G7]gain {end_of_verse} {chorus: Chorus 2} {start_of_part: Solo} [Cm] [F7] [Cm] [Gb7] [-] [F7] [Cm] [F7] [Cm] [Gb7] [-] [F7] [Ab] [Eb] [Ab] [Eb] [D7] [Gaug] {end_of_part} {chorus: Chorus 3, repeat}