Christy Moore - A Pair Of Brown Eyes Lyrics






One summer evening drunk as hell
I sat there nearly lifeless
An old man in the corner sang
Where the water lilies grow
On the jukebox Johnny sang
About a thing called love
And it's "How are you kid? What's your name?
And what do you know?"

In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky
I lay down on the ground
The arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some prayed and cursed, then cursed and prayed
And then they prayed some more
And the only thing that I could see
Was a pair of brown eyes they were looking at me
When we got back, labeled parts one to three
There was no fairer brown eyes waiting for me

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

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 and the rolling hills
Where his brown eyes were waiting
And I thought about a pair of brown eyes
That waited once for me
That waited once for me

So drunk as hell I left the place
Sometimes walking, sometimes crawling
A hungry sound came through 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





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  1. m.... w....

    R. I. P all the men and women who died for ourso called freedom

  2. R.... R....

    I love how Christy loves Shane.

  3. B.... S....

    What is this song about anyway?

    B.... S....

    “It’s just about a guy getting pissed at a bar round here,” says Shane nonchalantly. “He’s getting pissed because he’s broken up with this bird and… you know how it is when you just go into a pub on your own to drink and it’s really quiet and you get this old nutter who comes over and starts rambling on you. So this old guy starts on about how he came back from the war, the First World War. Or the Second. One of them anyway. And he tells him about the ship he had out there and how he got out and came back and this girl had fucked off with someone else, a girl with a pair of brown eyes. Which is the same situation as the young guy sitting there listening to all this rubbish and the juke box playing Johnny Cash and Ray Lyman and Philomena Begley, classic London juke box tracks. And in the end he gets to the stage where he says fuck it, and he goes stumbling out of the pub and he walks along the canal and starts feeling really bad, on the verge of tears, and he starts realising that the old guy has had a whole fucking lifetime of that feeling, going through the war and everything, but his original reaction is to hate him and despise him. I’m not saying he goes back and starts talking to him but you know…”

  4. R.... R....

    Shane has inspired us all

  5. B.... 8....

    Gets in your soul so magic

  6. l.... ....

    Shane Macgowan international treasure .Christy does him proud

  7. K.... M....

    and a roaming I go

  8. E.... ....

    Pure magic its an Irish thing.

  9. m.... n....

    different class almost effortless legend god bless u christy

  10. D.... b....

    Amazing

    D.... b....

    no. thankyou :)

  11. W.... B....

    Briljant!!

  12. m.... w....

    one of the best folk songs ever

    m.... w....

    Its a rebel song budy

    m.... w....

    @Joe Soap its a folk song moron

  13. G.... o....

    Magic wee man, that's a tonic.

  14. P.... T....

    these guys are the bollocks ☘ pat t

  15. B.... W....

    One summer evening drunk as hell
    I sat 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 it's how are you kid and what's 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
    For a pair of brown eyes.

    B.... W....

    keep this song going; love it forever,

    B.... W....

    Thanks I’ve no ears

  16. W.... W....

    grumpy fucker

    W.... W....

    +Delicious Deefxx'## off

    W.... W....

    Delicious Dee he was being sarcastically funny you dull closed minded fool

  17. H.... ....

    This is beautiful!! :D 

  18. g.... w....

    I remember dancing around the kitchen table with my dad when he was a good person but now its gone this song brings back so many emotional feelings. I was 4 at the last time we danced and now im 13 so well done 😢💔

    g.... w....

    Jordan Gainey i fell it too brother its an emotional song ... brings on feelings for everyone ... no matter what situation

  19. J.... O....

    "And the birds were whistling in the trees
    and the wind was gently laughing"
    If that is not poetry, what is?

    J.... O....

    And drunk as hell I left that place, sometimes walking, sometimes crawling.
    A hungry sound came upon the breeze,
    I gave the walls a good talking
    And I heard the sounds of long ago, from the old canal

    that's poetry

    J.... O....

    @Trev Moran I think that line works perfectly after hearing the first part of the story-- the guy has a snippet of memory on his drunken walk home - so great

  20. a.... ....

    "are the mushrooms kicking in?" Cheeky feck.

  21. a.... ....

    "are the mushrooms kicking in?" Cheeky feck.

    a.... ....

    assistantto007 Little Sheila

    a.... ....

    Christy carries a reputation for wanting his audiences to listen [esp. at the outset] and U guess these guys were louder than he liked

  22. A.... C....

    Awesome

    A.... C....

    Alexander Clarke not Jim ... Sheila

    A.... C....

    Who's not Jim?

  23. C.... M....

    Fair play to you christy

  24. S.... L....

    None whatsoever...!

  25. J.... O....

    man, it is true good singing. And wish we had Pogues back too playing and singing it. This is so pure Irish!

  26. J.... O....

    Just pure class..

  27. d.... m....

    absolutely fukin brilliant,,,awesome

  28. J.... O....

    Thank God for the old days, where great musicians played. They had class in singing and playing and none better than Christy and Declan. When you think of the "shite" that we see nowadays they would never have got through the auditions. Great singing, great guitars and great audience too.
    This is just one great post on youtube.

  29. d.... ....

    From Derry City, God bless scotland or should i say caledonia!!! My favourite people in the world! We are all celts!!!

    d.... ....

    doire7 we are the Celts we are the Celts we are we are we are the Celts !;;;; Sheila not Jim

    d.... ....

    Hear Hear! Great to see the Derry boys (James McClean and Shane Duffy) doing so well for the ROI football team, BTW...

  30. M.... ....

    "i like your style"

  31. F.... ....

    No costume changes, no crotch-grabbing, no pyrotechnics, no obscenities. Just genuine emotion and an undenible connection with the audience.

    F.... ....

    Flike I like you're comment . little she xx

  32. D.... M....

    More people should be listen to christy Moore as he's a great man :D

  33. K.... M....

    wat does dat guy shout at 0.04, im on your side or somerhing

  34. P.... J....

    Fabulous, Christy is king!

  35. C.... R....

    some poet!

  36. t.... d....

    wonderful!!! Listening to his voice brings about a sense of community and of a joy for the diversity of culture in the artistry of songs.