~ White Wings ~

White Wings, they never grow weary, They carry me cheerily over the sea
Night falls, I long for my dearie, I spread out my white wings, and sail home to thee

White sails, they lift me from sorrow, To that glad tomorrow when I'll be with you
My heart, it longs for those white sails, And sail without chart, dear, to home and to you

[written by Banks Winter in 1912: see this web page for the original? words]