Fly the ocean in a silver plane

See the Pyramids around the Nile,

see the sun rise from my tropic isle,

just remember darling all the while,

you belong to me.

See the Market place in old Algiers,

Send me photographs and souvenirs,

Just remember when a dream appears,

you belong to me.

Fly the Ocean in A silver plane,

see the jungle when its wet with rain,

just remember till you home again,

you belong to me.

This was a Love song written by in the 50's by a man who's 'sweetheart' was travelling, and he used to sing it every night she was away.

Every single night.

Is gallantry really dead?

is it?

Despite many feminist views, I really hope not.