There they go into the wild blue yonder
No one in the future will see the wonder
All the old airplanes so dear to the heart
Kept now on paper as pieces of art
The young will never see them fly
Only in films of times gone by
Oh to live again those days of old
When men flew so brave and bold
But it is never to be for old age has called
All of us who remember grow now deep in fog
Now the long golden age of pure flight
Slowly slips away and fades from our sight.