One evening when the sun was low my brown eyes whispered I must go
Not one second would she wait she kissed my cheek but left my gate
Those brown eyes I love so well those brown eyes I long to see
How I long for those brown eyes but strangers they have grown to be

One night I met her on the street I tipped my hat but did not speak
Another man walked by her side and soon I thought she'd be his bride
Those brown eyes I love so well...

Six long years for me she cried it was her brother by her side
Now up in heaven for all to see my brown eyed angel waits for me
Those brown eyes I love so well...
But strangers they have grown to be