HIGH WINGS

Fly, heroes, and go with our love;
Carry our song to the bright stars above.
Tell of the pride of the whole human race,
In all those who fought for the conquest of space.

She was the one who could teach us to know
The pride and the joy of all those who go.
She taught the children of all of the earth
The wonder of star-flight, its pain and its worth.

Fly, Christy, and go with our love;
Carry our song to the bright stars above.
Tell of the pride of the whole human race
In all those who fought for the conquest of space.

His was the hand that would guide the great ship
On her wonderful, marvelous, glorious trip.
His was the power and the pride in her course;
His great love for flight was his dearest resource.

Fly, Michael,...etc.

He led the mission, her job and her crew;
Each one of the fire-eagle's habits he knew;
His was the hand that could keep them alive;
Given two seconds, they might have survived.

Fly, Francis,...etc.

Ellison, Gregory, Judy and Ron
We honor your courage, and now we go on;
Along the bright road that you helped us to build
Til someday our souls' greatest dreams are fulfilled.

Fly, heroes,...etc. (Last time through sing "died" instead of "fought.")