Airport Of The Sun
When the last long flight is over
And the happy landing's past
And my altimeter tells me
The crackup's come at last
I'll swing her nose to 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
And the great God of flying men
Will smile at me sort of slow
As I stow my craft in the hangar
on the field where flyers go
Then I'll look upon his face
The Almighty flying Boss
Whose Wingspread fills the heaven
From Orion to the Cross | 
