There’s a man waving his hat at a starting aeroplane
On a faded photograph from long ago
And I wondered who he was and who was on the plane
And where the flight was going to
And I felt kind of homesick although you were with me
Save a prayer, a prayer for me
When will I ever come back again?
When the circle is fulfilled and the planes are coming back
Then I will be there to welcome you home
And it will be my turn and nothing shall be left
But memories and fading photographs
You see, I’m on my way, some have to go, some have to stay
Save a prayer, a prayer for me….
When will I ever cope with love? When will I ever learn?
And I feel I have to go to where I do not know…
Save a prayer, a prayer for me…