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...
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