One summer evening drunk to hell

I sat there nearly lifeless.

And 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 you are 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.

The 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.

I looked at him he looked at me

all I could do was hate him.

While Ray and Philomena sand

of my elusive dreams.

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 across the breeze

so I gave the walls a talking.

And 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.