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