Off we go into the wild blue yonder,
Climbing high into the sun;
Here they come zooming to meet our thunder,
Here's a toast to the host
Of those who love the vastness of the sky,
To a friend we send a message,
of his brother men who fly.
A toast to the host of men we boast,
The Army Air Corps
Minds of men fashioned a crate of thunder,
Sent it high into the blue;
Hands of men blasted the world asunder;
How they lived God only knew!
Souls of men dreaming of skies to conquer
Gave us wings, ever to soar!
Off we go into the wild sky yonder,
Keep the wings level and true;
If you'd live to be a grey-haired wonder
Keep the nose out of the blue!
Flying men, guarding the nation's border,
We'll be there, followed by more!
In echelon we carry on. Hey!
Nothing'll stop the U.S. Army Air Corps!
