Flight 19 by B.A. Robertson Lyrics

At 14.06 on the 4th of December 1945 five
US Navy bombers took from Fort Lauderdale, Florida
They were never seen again
This is the story of Flight 19"

Lieutenant Taylor USN
(This is Flight 19)
With fourteen others meets his end
(This is Flight 19)
Now only Corporal Kosner
Has premonition so they say
He missed the mission on the day
"Corporal Alan Kosner report to the duty officer"

They're flying east to Bimini
(This is Flight 19)
North and south west then home again
This is Flight 19)
A simple tale no angles
Except Bermuda has prescribed
You find this tangle's got three sides
Up in the sky did a bird or a plane or a flying machine
Swoop on down to pluck the young blood of Flight 19
A bird or a plane or a flying machine or terrestrial things
On a day that Flight 19 really got their wings

A close encounter of a kind
(This is Flight 19)
Is what Chuck Taylor thought he'd find
(This is Flight 19)
Despatch a rescue mission
Unlucky crew numbered thirteen
Depart Miami never seen

Up in the sky did a bird or a plane or a flying machine
Swoop on down to pluck the young blood of Flight 19
A bird or a plane or a flying machine or terrestrial things
On a day that Flight 19 really got their wings

Mayday
(Taylor to Tower)
You consult the captain's log
(Tower to Taylor)
If this had happened some years later
We could have sent you Kirk and Spock

"I seem to be off course
I cannot see land
Repeat I cannot see land
Even the ocean doesn't look right
Both my compasses are out
I don't know which was'west
O my God!
Up in the sky did a bird or a plane or a flying machine
Swoop on down to pluck the young blood of Flight 19
A bird or a plane or a flying machine or terrestrial things
On a day that Flight 19 really got their wings