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  One summer evening drunk to hell
  I stood 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 its how are you kid and whats 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
  A rovin, a rovin, a rovin I'll go
  And a rovin, a rovin, a rovin I'll go
  For a pair of brown eyes
  For a pair of brown eyes

  And a rovin, a rovin, a rovin I'll go
  And a rovin, a rovin, a rovin I'll go
  And a rovin, a rovin, a rovin I'll go
  For a pair of brown eyes
  For a pair of brown eyes

I've always maintained this is the greatest set of lyrics ever put together. Love, loss, war, ptsd - it is up there with the finest poems and sonnets ever composed.

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