What could they do No one could fly that stormy sky Yet the call kept coming through Whatever could they do Through static they could feel the pain From a desperate cry, all in vain They heard the stress, really life or death
No way through No way through the storm That violent storm Everybody knew There was no way through Overhead there was ne’er any trace of blue
Everybody knew
Then Fred Baker raised a hand Someone must fly to lend a hand With a volunteer crew I know some how we’ll make it through And so they rose into the skies Fearing for their brave young lives To face whatever darkened Fate Lay before their eyes
But no one really knew If they’d live to see it through No way through Nothing more they could do Battered all the way Battered ‘till the end of day
God only knew God only knew Through the last rays found A lonely beacon marked the ground And so they touched down How ever did they safely make it through God only Was it only by His Grace They reached this lonely, desolate place
A miracle, they say A precious life was saved that day It was time to pray For everybody knew There was no way through.
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