Sittin' on a hillside, soakin' up the sun;
Thinkin' of my true Love, for me, the only one.
Standin' on the Flight Deck, Gazin' at the sea;
Wishin' that my Baby was standin' next to me.
Lookin' at the spray flyin' high above the bow;
Listenin' to the ocean's mighty roar.
Wishin' that my Honey-duck could be beside me now;
Watchin' wind and water wagin' war.
Loungin' in an oriental tea and liquor dump;
Moonin' o'er a glass of watered scotch.
Lookin' at the stage, where nearly naked strippers bump;
Wishin' she was here to help me watch.
From purple valleys, deep, to mountains, high;
Across that wide expanse of lonely blue.
In country woods or cities scrapin' sky;
Where e'er I am, my Dear...I think of you.
This poem was professionally set to music and copywrited.