A Pair Of Brown Eyes

One summer evening, drunk to hell

Stood there nearly lifeless

An old man in the corner sang

"Where the Water Lilies Grow"

And on the jukebox Johnny sang

About a thing called love

And it's how are you kid

And what's your name

And how would you bloody know

In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky

I lay down on the ground

And the arms and legs of other men

Were scattered all around

Some cursed, some prayed

Some prayed then cursed

Then prayed and bled some more

And the only thing that I could see

Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me

But when we got back, labeled parts one to three

There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me

And a roving, a roving, a roving I'll go

And a roving, a roving, a roving I'll go

And a roving, a roving, a roving I'll go

For a pair of brown eyes

I looked at him, he looked at me

All I could do was hate him

While Ray and Philomena sang

Of my elusive dreaming

I saw the streams, the rolling hills

Where his brown eyes were waiting

And I thought about a pair of brown eyes

That waited once for me

So drunk to hell I left the place

Sometimes crawling, sometimes walking

A hungry sound came through the breeze

So I gave the walls a talking

And I heard the sounds of long ago

From the old canal

The birds were whistling in the trees

Where the wind was gently laughing

And a roving, a roving, a roving I'll go

And a roving, a roving, a roving I'll go

And a roving, a roving, a roving I'll go

For a pair of brown eyes

Pair of brown eyes