Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
One summer’s evening drunk to hell I sat there nearly lifeless
And old man in the corner sang where the water lilies grow
And on the juke box 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 preyed,
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 labeled parts one, two and 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
And a rovin’, a rovin’, a rovin’ I’ll go for a pair of brown eyes
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 tree,
Where the wind was gently laughing
And a rovin’, a rovin’, a rovin’ I’ll go for a pair of brown eyes
And a rovin’, a rovin’, a rovin’ I’ll go for a pair of brown eyes
For a pair of brown eyes For a pair of brown eyes