Runrig I'll Be Eyes Of Blue
Head of ribbons running down the brae In the morning, In the morning, Bare-foot sisters and a milking pail Turning around At the weekend the boats come in From the herring, From the herring Wives and families and the table laid Turning again Forever you'll be eyes blue In the circle of your youth Picking every blade of truth Down the Newton road War is over and the boys come home From the fighting, From the fighting Letters and a great unknown Turning around Counting your blesings at the village hall To the dancing, To the dancing Alittle loving and a lot of soul Turning again Forever you'll be eyes blue In the circle of your youth Picking every blade of truth Down the Newton road You took your beauty and your heart of gold To the Altar, To the altar Bound forever in an August vow Turning around The skies of summer shone round your door Little children, Little children Three men who couldn't love you more Turning again Forever you'll be eyes blue In the circle of your youth Picking every blade of truth Down the Newton road One door opens and another closed Oh the parting, Oh the parting New arrivals and a family grown Turning around Head of ribbons running down the brae In the morning, In the morning Pulling moments from the clock of faith Turning again Forever you'll be eyes blue In the circle of your youth Picking every blade of truth Down the Newton road Forever you'll be eyes blue In the circle of your youth Picking every blade of truth Down the Newton road
