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 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. Then prayed and 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 labeled 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 dream. 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. And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go. For a pair of brown eyes.