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One summer evening drunk to hell |
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I stood there nearly lifeless |
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An old man in the corner sang |
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Where the water lilies grow |
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And on the jukebox Johnny sang |
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About a thing called love |
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And it's how are you kid and what's your name |
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And how would you bloody know? |
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In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky |
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I lay down on the ground |
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And the arms and legs of other men |
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Were scattered all around |
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Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed |
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And prayed then bled some more |
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And the only thing that I could see |
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Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me |
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But when we got back, labeled parts one to three |
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There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me |
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And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go |
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For a pair of brown eyes |
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I looked at him, he looked at me |
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All I could do was hate him |
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While Ray and Philomena sang |
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Of my elusive dreams |
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I saw the streams, the rolling hills |
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Where his brown eyes were waiting |
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And I thought about a pair of brown eyes |
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That waited once for me |
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So drunk to hell I left the place |
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Sometimes crawling, sometimes walking |
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A hungry sound came across the breeze |
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So I gave the walls a talking |
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And I heard the sounds of long ago |
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From the old canal |
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And the birds were whistling in the trees |
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Where the wind was gently laughing |
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And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go |
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A rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go |
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And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go |
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For a pair of brown eyes |
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For a pair of brown eyes |
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And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go |
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And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go |
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And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go |
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For a pair of brown eyes |
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For a pair of brown eyes |
