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 is so late?” He said “Aww, 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 light from the
control tower as it whipped through the dark ebony
skies as if it were searching for
(my ebony eyes.) And 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