Sung to the tune of "Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald", by Gordon Lightfoot)
Lyrics written by Garry Voorhees

The piper went down, and the crew they have drowned.
7 miles off shore of the vineyard
100 feet down is where they were found
In the wreck of the Jon Jon Fitzgerald
The pilot was new and away they had flew
To a wedding, a wake and their funeral
So in the night sky did the three of them fly,
a crew not very well seasoned

They plunged to the sea
Their numbers were three
In the wreck of the Jon Jon Fitzgerald
When they were found
The world was told they had drowned
In the sea where his father had captained
PT- 109, Came back out of time
With a number believed to be magic.

Martha was there, her runway was bare
The event the whole world felt was tragic
When his father fell, the image would dwell
In the minds and the hearts of the people,
Of a Boy who salutes as the guns they do shoot
In farewell to their fallen leader.
The boy now a man, the best of the clan.
The women they all had adored him

Mother Bissett, she was very upset
She had lost both of her daughters
Deep in the sea is where they would be
Shut tight in Davy Jones locker.
Carolyn would seem, forever now dreams
As well as her dear sister Loren
Their memory lives on, now a part of this song
In this family death is not foreign

No flight plan was laid for the voyage they made
Was not easy for the searchers to track them
Does anyone know where the love of god goes?
When the waves turn the minutes to hours
And later that night when the lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Jon Jon Fitzgerald