We toast our hearty comrades
Who have fallen from the skies
And were gently caught by God's own hand
To be with Him on high.

To dwell among the soaring clouds
They've known so well before
From victory roll to tail chase
At heaven's very door.

As we fly among them there
We're sure to hear their plea,
To take care my friend, check your six,
And do one more roll just for me.