Verse 1

Through the smoke, through the fire,

Seventeen sails through a burning sky,

Engines screaming, wings are torn,

Half her crew are praying to survive.

German guns have ripped her side,

Fuel is bleeding from the frame,

She’s barely holding altitude,

But she refuses to die in flames.

Chorus

Fly on, B-17, fly on!

Through the thunder, through the dawn!

A thousand miles from home, alone,

With broken wings of steel and bone.

Fly on, B-17, don't fall!

Hear the distant engines call!

When an enemy becomes a friend,

Two nations meet before the end.