The World's Getting Smaller

The world they say, is getting so much smaller You're meeting strangers from every corner People meet and part, but to meet again When she returns, it can be so much sweeter You get together, pretend you're lovers The feeling in your heart, will burst like fine champagne Tomorrow she'll be here, tomorrow she'll be here Flying 'cross the air, flying 'cross the air A pair of silver wings, a pair of silver wings Will bring her back to me The world they say is getting so much smaller And it's no bother to find your lover A thousand miles apart, you'll see her just the same Tomorrow she'll be here, tomorrow she'll be here Flying 'cross the air, flying 'cross the air A pair of silver wings, a pair of silver wings Will bring her back to me When she returns, it will be so much sweeter You get her flowers, to show you love her The feelings in your heart, will burst like fine champagne The world they say is getting so much smaller The world they say is getting so much smaller The world they say is getting so much smaller