Divers of the Sky
by Hank McCarrick [tune of "Auld Lang Syne"]
The plane is here; the time is near
We'll soon be climbing high
Then jump we must, come hell or bust
We're divers of the sky.
May all go well; our fall will tell
The chutes should open fine
If one be done, 'twas worth the fun
For Auld Lang Syne.
As years are gone, we'll carry on
Till time to turn to dust
Though weak and maimed, we can't be blamed
For jump by surely we must.
So toast we may, though old and gray
Our glasses raised on high
We'll take a sip for all the rip cord
Divers of the sky.