One summer evening, drunk to hell
I sat 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,
An d what's your name,
And how would you bloody know?
In blood and death, neath the screaming sky,
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of all the men
were scattered all around
Some cursed, some prayed,
some prayed, then cursed, then prayed,
then 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 labelled
parts one to three
There was no pair of brown eyes
waiting for me
And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin'
I'll go for a pair of brown eyes,
for a pair of brown eyes
I looked at him, he looked at me,
all I could do was hate him
While rain filled the meanest sack
of my elusive dreams
I saw the streams
and 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 across to breathe
So I gave the walls a talking
I heard the sounds of long
ago from the old canal
And the birds were whistling in the trees
where the wind was gently laughing
And a -roving, a -roving, a -roving I'll go
For a pair of
brown eyes
And a -roving, a -roving, a -roving I'll go
And a -roving, a -roving, a -roving I'll go
And I'll row, and I'll row,
and I'll row, and I'll row
For a pair of brown eyes
For a pair of brown eyes
You