ON WINGS OF GOLD
Now there is a two-wheeled thing
Called by Honda, a Gold Wing!
It was made for fun galore
With cylinders four!
Smooth as silk, they say
And she was that all the way.
She never let me down
In country or in town.
Many, many miles we spent together,
In fair and stormy weather.
Through snow in the Rockies high,
Wearing rain-gear to keep me dry!
There was a trip with hail and all,
When the icy stuff began to fall,
Bouncing off helmets along the way.
I still remember it today!
With four two-somes out to ride
In Colorado's Valleys wide.
We had fun along the way
in spite of hail that day.
'Neath the wings of an old aeroplane
Parked under a shed,
We huddled together for warmth,
and wished for a bed!
That day will never come again,
for we've all grown old,
and the hail still falls,
and is still cold!
But our memories are still alive,
Though the Gold Wing's gone;
We remember the tune
and have forgotten the song!
From Wolfe Creek Pass one snowy day
The Gold Wing made her way,
Back to the city known as Mile High,
With rain-gear to keep us dry!
The Wing never missed a beat,
In Winter's snow or Summer's heat.
She topped the mountain passes
Like a herd of wild asses!
To Trail-Ridge Road
She'd carry the load,
and never complain,
in snow or rain!
What a faithful friend was she,
both to my wife and me.
She'd always start right up
Rairin' to go like a playful pup!
Gold Wings never die!
They're like ghost-riders in the sky!
On they roll across the land,
on pavement or on sand!
Gold Wings go to heaven by and by,
yet to get there they never die.
They're made so well
You'd never find one in hell!
If you see the Japanese
who made one of these,
salute him proudly and say,
All hail to the USA!
There's something about a Wing,
That's never a thing.
Wings are livin' things with lungs of four,
If you have one, you'll want more!
Turn her loose on HiWay 70 West,
over the pass doing her best;
Through Eisenhower tunnel going strong,
On to Dillon with a song!
Head on to Vail,
in rain or in hail,
She'll carry the mail, my friend,
All the way to Glennwood's Inn!
Want to say "hello" to Grand Junction?
She'll do it with great unction,
like a trusty steed, stay in the saddle,
the one you mount on and straddle!
Want to head on West to Utah's 15,
Then on to Vegas
on your knees,
and then to Los Angeles!
In the California sun!
On to Hi-Way number five;
Man alive! It's Oregon!
Turn her East again and spend the day
In Idaho's fair Boise.
The Wing knows the way
to make Jackson Hole in a day!
She never tires; just give her some gas,
She'll tale you over the pass,
all the way cross Wyoming's sky,
and on into Denver's Mile High.
Put her to bed!
This Wing's not dead!
She'll hit the road tomorrow
without a twinge of sorrow!
C. Douglas Caffey
Still love those Wings!