(Remastered) - Ella Fitzgerald

Left New York this morning early

Traveling south so wide and high

Sailing through the wide blue yonder

It’s that air mail special on the fly

Listen to the motors humming

She is streaking through the sky

Like a bird that’s flying homeward

It’s that air mail special on the fly

Over plains and high dark mountains

Over rivers deep and wide

Carrying mail to California

It’s that air mail special on the fly

Watch her circle for the landing

Hear her moan and cough and sigh

Now she’s coming down the runway

It’s that air mail special on the fly