Miss Winters she raised up twelve wild sons up into the halls of wealth
But when that agent came yesterday she was all by herself
An ice cold hand on her shoulder and the wink of a sorrowful eye
And eighty-six years of breathing right just flashed across the sky
And they cried
Turn that airplane around sir
Please turn that airplane around
Set those wheels back on the ground
Please turn that airplane around
Sweet Lucy was just nine years old a sight for any sore eyes
Life was all about jumping rope and flying kites up in the sky
She never felt that agentâs hand and she never felt any pain
A flash of light and a lightning strike now sheâs on that plane
Turn that airplane around sir
Please turn that airplane around
How could you take our beautiful child
With so much life left to come
Turn that airplane around sir
Please turn that airplane around
Because we canât make it with out her
Please turn that airplane around
I thought I felt the agentâs hand, heard him come creeping right by
And I tried to persuade him it was not my time yet to fly
But he just stood there silent and timeless as the sun
There was no use resisting for my time certainly had come
And I cried
Turn this airplane around sir
Please turn this airplane around
It canât be me that youâre here to see
With so many things left undone
Turn this airplane around, sir
Please turn this airplane around
Just one more day down on this earth
Please turn this airplane around
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