The eyes of hers could shame the sky
And make a man a lamb,
I used to think I'd rather die
Than live without them.

Then darkness fell as I have learned
That she's no longer mine.
And never was - the knowledge earned
Was sunk in glass of wine.

A little more, a little less - 
Whatever does the trick;
I seeded joy along the pass
Whenever I was sick.

Ah, life goes on, I got along
Its dark and thorny side;
I needed not to be too strong -
I had to use my pride.

Here comes the truth, away with lies,
I'll say it bold and plain:
I dream of day when her blue eyes
Will shame the tropic rain.