A helmet on
A deep breath in
A glance upon the sky
Would we be brave enough
To face the wind?
To fly?
No one to stop us now
Just Charlie Jones and I
With nothing but these flimsy wings
Did we dream a foolish thing
To be the men who fly?
Up we flew
Our engines burning
Up we flew
To touch the sky
Up we flew
With a desperate yearning
Up we flew
Prepared to die...
Brothers on wing
In skies, together
Far from Earth
Just Charlie and I
Up in the air
The radio screams
It's Charlie in distress
"A bandit's shot my wing!
I've had it now
I'm going West...
But know these years with you
I've served them all with pride
I know that all good flights must end
I'm glad my last was with you, my friend
It's been to short a ride..."
Down he went
His engines burning
Down he went
From out of the sky
Down he went
In a tailspin, turning
Down he went
Prepared to die
Up we'd gone
In the skies together
Up we'd gone
With no question why
Up we'd gone
For a soldier's duty
For a country we could not deny
A brother lost in a blaze of glory
Far from earth
Charlie Jones, farewell
And goodbye