Comin’ In On A Wing And A Prayer By Jimmy McHugh and Harold Adamson 1943
Over the dim-lit flarepath
An anxious silence reigned.
Scanning the blue horizon,
Our anxious eyes were strained.
The radio sets were humming,
They waited for a word,
Then a voice broke through the humming,
And this is what they heard:
“Comin’ in on a wing and a pray’r,
Comin’ in on a wing and a pray’r,
Though there’s one motor gone,
We can still carry on,
Comin’ in on a wing and a pray’r.
What a show, what a fight,
Yes, we really hit our target for tonight.
How we sing as we limp through the air,
Look below, there’s our field over there.
With a full crew aboard and our trust in the Lord
We’re comin’ in on a wing and a pray’r.
Listening, watching, hoping,
Was all that we could do,
Waiting for J. for Jimmy
And all the gallant crew.
Then over our longing vision
A dim grey shadow fell,
And, like music, came the message
That told us all was well: