Coll. By
M. C. Parler
Arlene Sherman
Fayetteville, Arkansas
December 29, 1953
Reel 180
Blue Eyes
'Twould have been better for us both had we never,
In this wide wicked world ever met,
For the pleasures we both knew together,
I am sure love I never can forget
Chorus: I'm thinking tonight of my blue eyes
Who is sailing far over the sea,
Oh, I'm thinking tonight of my blue eyes,
And I wonder if he ever thinks of me
Well, you promised me once dear that you loved me,
And you swore that we never would part,
But a link in that chain has been broken,
Leaving me with a sad and aching heart
When that cold, cold grave does enclose me
Won't you come dear and shed just one tear,
And say to the friends standing round you,
A poor heart I have broken lies here
There's a grave on the hill in the moonlight
Where I strolled with the one that I loved,
And we'll walk o'er those green hills in glory,
When we meet in the land up above