DEEP AND DARK ARE
MY TRUE LOVE'S EYES
BLAKER STILL IS
THE WINTER TURNING
AS THE SADNESS
OF PARTING PROVES
BRIGHTER NOW
IS THE LANTERN BURNING
THAT LIGHTENS
MY PATH TO YOU
NO FIDDLE TUNE
WILL TAKE THE AIR
BUT I'LL SEE HIS
SWIFT FEET A-DANCIN'
AND THE SWIRL OF
HIS DARK BROWN HAIR
HIS SMILING FACE AND
HIS DARK EYES GLANCING
AS WE STEPPED OUT
FROM BANBURY FAIR
OOH... IF MY WAITING
PROVE IN VAIN
THEN I'LL PACK AND
TRACK EVER TAKE ME
AND THE LONG ROAD
WILL EASE MY PAIN
NO JEWEL IN MANKIND
WOULD EVER MAKE ME
WHISPER LOVE'S WORDS AGAIN
FOR IN DRINK
I'LL SEEK GOOD COMPANY
MY EARS WILL RING
WITH THE TAVERN'S LAUGHTER
AND I'LL HEAR NOT
HIS LAST SWEET SIGH
AND WHO'S TO KNOW
IN THE MORNING AFTER
HOW I LONG FOR
HIS DEAR DARK EYES...
HOW I LONG FOR
HIS DEAR DARK EYES...
HOW I LONG FOR
HIS DEAR DARK EYES...