Human to a God Gaelic Storm

Just a small request from this human to a god
Let me ask you a favor that might seem a little odd
I’m at a loss
I need to cross the ocean wide and I need to do it soon
Like tomorrow afternoon
If that’s okay
Loan me some wings for a day
Loan me some wings for a day

They don’t need to be Angel’s wings, I’m sure they’re in demand
Something better than a chicken or a penguin would be grand
I just can’t wait
She’s set the date to marry him and it really should be me
Which explains the urgency
I can’t delay
Loan me some wings for a day
Loan me some wings for a day

I promise I won’t use them for a daredevil career
I won’t buzz the White House, or race seagulls at the pier
I won’t get caught
Doing naughty things with pigeons
Or cropdusting in Des Moines
I won’t run off to join
Cirque de Soleil
Loan me some wings for a day
Loan me some wings for a day