AN AIRMAN'S HYMN
When the last long flight is over
And the happy landings past
When my altimeter tells me
That the crack-up's come at last.
I'll swing her nose for the ceiling
And I'll give my crate the gun
I'll open her up and let her zoom
For the airport of the sun.
Then the great God of flying men
Will smile on me - sort of slow
As I stow my crate in the hangar
On the field where flyers go.
Then I'll look upon His face
The Almighty Flying Boss
Whose wing spread fills the heavens
From Orion to the Cross.