Caribbean Honeymoon
J Joyce Hemsley
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When rough Northern gales
Sweep across Whitley Bay
And snowflakes are drifting
From a cold sky of grey,
A voice comes a-calling:
He is coming home soon,
To be walking beside you
In the perfume of June.
So arrange wedding banns
And make travelling plans
For tomorrow you'll be sailing
On a Luxury Honeymoon.
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