There's a ship out on the ocean, just a speck against the sky,
Amelia Earhart sadly flew that day.
With her partner Captain Newnan, on the second of July,
Her plane fell in the ocean far away - far away.

There's a beautiful, beautiful field
Far away in a land that is fair.
Happy landings to you, Amelia Earhart.
Farewell, First Lady of the Air.

A half an hour later, her S.O.S. was heard,
The signal weak, but still her voice was brave.
In shark infested waters, her plane went down that night,
In the blue Pacific, to a watery grave - watery grave.


Now you have heard my story of this awful tragedy.
We pray that she might fly home safe again.
Though hundreds of aviators blaze a trail across the sky,
We'll ne're forget Amelia and her plane - and her plane.