Three young men took an airplane ride
Once set off they crashed and died
Three young men from out of the West
Now we lay them down to rest
Poor young men.
Three young girls are crying tears
Gone are dreams of coming years
Three young girls who loved them so
How they begged them not to go
Poor young girls.
Though they're gone we won't forget
The songs they sang, we hear them yet
Guess they need them up above
To sing the songs the angels love.
Three young men took an airplane ride
once st off they crashed and died...etc