When pressures mount, when troubles seem
to load me down with care,
I meet my faithful bi-winged dream
and once more feel the air.
My friends and those who’ve never flown
as I do, now and. then
don’t understand the thrill that’s owned
by those who feel the wind.
For me, the strength that comes again
When ’ere I’ve flown once more
sustains me through the trials below
because at will I soar
above the earth, above the wars
above the aches and pains
above the clouds, up toward the stars
where sadness from me drains.
My time machine that soothes my soul
and brings me peace within
that always makes my being whole
and sets me straight again
is somehow now a part of me
a bond of flesh and steel
that works as one to set us free
for moments brief to feel
a passion tough to vocalize
to tell another being
how great it is to ply the skies
to see what few are seeing.
This craft that shares my deepest joy
and best emotions human
is known by the simplest, humble name
that name is, simply, … Stearman.
These hands now do their best to see
that every move and measure
is made so life will ever be
a glory and a treasure
so evermore my winged friend
and I can ever fly
to feel the lift of clear, blue wind
at our home in the sky.