On a weekend pass
I wouldn't have had time
To get home and marry
That baby of mine
So I went the chaplin
And he authorised
Me to send
For my ebony eyes
My ebony eyes
Was coming to me
From out of the skies
On flight 1203
In an hour or two
I would whisper
I do
To my beautiful ebony eyes
The plane was way overdue
So I went inside to the airlines desk
And I said, sir, I wonder why 1203's so late?
He said, oh, they probably took off late
Or they may have run into some turbulent weather and had to alter their course
I went back outside
And I waited at the gate
And I watched the beacon gate from the control towers that
Whipped through the ebony skies
As if it was searching for
(My ebony eyes)
And then came the announcement over the loudspeaker
Would those of you having relatives or friends on flight number 1203
Please report to the chapel across the street at once
Then I felt a burning great deep inside
And I knew the heavenly ebony skies
Had taken my life's
Most wonderful prize
My beautiful ebony eyes
If I ever get
To heaven
I'll bet
The first angel I'll recognise
Oh, she'll smile at me
And I know she will be
My beautiful ebony eyes