There's a little brown road winding over the hill

To a little white court by the sea

There's a little green ga-ate

At whose railings I wai-ait

While two eyes of blue

Come smiling through a-at me



There's a grey lock or two in the brown of the hair

There's some silver in mine too, I see

But in all the long year-ears

When the cloud brought their tear-ears

Those two eyes of blue

Kept smiling through at me



And if ever I'm left in this world all alone

I shall wait for my call patiently

For if heaven be ki-ind

I shall wait there to fi-ind

Those two eyes of blue

Come smiling through... a-at me...