On a weekend pass, I wouldn't have had time To get home and marry that baby of mine So I went to the 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 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 airline's desk And I said, sir, I wonder why 1203 is 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 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