There's a little brown road windin' over the hill
To a little white cot by the sea:
There's a little green gate at whose trellis I wait,
While two eyes of blue come smilin' through
At me!

There's a grey lock or two in the brown of the hair;
There's some silver in mine, too, I see;
But in all the long years, when the clouds brought their tears,
Those two eyes of blue kept smilin' through
At me!

And if ever I'm left in this world all alone 
I shall wait for my call patiently 
For if Heaven be kind I shall wake there to find
Those two eyes of blue still smilin' through
At me!