We danced together,
Under the wing,
This Brit and her Yank,
And his flying machine.
You asked for my name,
You’re their captain, I see,
They changed it to swing,
My Bugle Boy, Company B.
You’ve only one night,
It was hard to say,
But I convinced you home,
Tonight, Kay. I’ll stay.
The morning has come,
To the base make a show,
The maps and the charts,
Showing where you must go.
So it’s bombs away, a ways away,
In the dead of the night,
The flak and the fray.
Stay together boys,
And follow my lead,
We’ll all go home,
Kay waits for me.
It was madness they said,
I didn’t think it true,
Flying night to day,
Won’t they see you coming?
Don’t you know what they’ll do?
But it’s bombs away, a ways away,
In the middle of day,
The flak and the fray.
Stay together boys,
And follow my lead,
We’ll all go home,
Kay waits for me.
It earned you a medal,
Another, a bright array,
But I just want you home,
Come back to bed, lay.
I know that you’re worried,
There may be a delay.
The skies, they’ll be grey,
It’ll rain tonight,
A problem with the bay.
But, no.
So it’s bombs away, a ways away,
The flak and the fray.
Stay together boys,
And follow my lead,
We’ll all go home,
Kay waits for me.
I still have your letters,
I read them with joy.
How’s my son, your father asks,
My pilot, my boy.
They give me some hope,
They’ll find you, Daisy Mae,
But its been too long,
Missing over Deutschland,
And there, you’ll stay.
But it’s bombs away, a ways away.
Mighty Eighth flies on,
Through flak and fray.
The boys fight hard,
In formation by day,
Tell him to come home,
Or here in England, I can’t stay.
