A Pair of Brown Eyes

A Pair of Brown Eyes

Author: Shane MacGowan
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 they 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 sang 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

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