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