Brown Eyed Boy

We'll stay at home

And call this day our own

With the brown eyed boy that I once called my own

You sit in the easy

Chair

While I comb out my suffering hair

Later we can watch a candle burn

I put on your favourite scratchy record

And draw the heavy curtain when dusk falls

Don't seem like you're in the mood for dancing though my dear

So I'll just comb my hair some more

Did you forget to lock the door

Dreaming of the past and happy times that are now gone

And the brown eyed boy that I once called my own

I put on your favourite scratchy record

And draw the heavy curtain when night time falls

Don't seem like you're in the mood for dancing though my dear

So I'll just comb my hair some more

Did you forget to lock the door

Dreaming of the past and happy times that are now gone

And the brown eyed boy that I once called my own

If I could turn back the hands of time

And to free me of this pine

Nevermore for me the summer sun would shine

And neither for the boy I left behind

And if your mother should come calling

So long from her son she had not heard

I can hope that you'd be true to me forevermore

Now in my hands

I hold you

A blade that's stained with crimson red

Dreaming of the past and happy times that are now gone

And the brown eyed boy that I once called my own

And the brown eyed boy that I once called my own