On a weekend pass, I wouldn't have had time
To get home to marry that baby of mine,
So I went to tne chaplain and he authorized
Me to send for my ebony eyes.

My ebony eyes was coming to me
From out of the skies on flight twelve -o - three
In an hour or two I would whisper "I do"
To my beautiful ebony eyes.

-- Spoken --

The plane was way overdue, so I went inside to the airlines desk and
said "Sir, I wonder why 1203 is so late." He said "Oh, they probably
took off late or they may have ran 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
light from the control tower as it whipped through the dark ebony skies
as if it searching for eb - on - y eyes.

Then came the announcement over the loudspeaker, "Would those having
relatives or friends on flight number 1203 please report to the chapel across
the street at once."

Then I felt a burning break 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 recognize,
She'll smile at me and I know she will be
My beautiful ebony eyes.