At the café, there was a jukebox playing,
Those Brown Eyes, I know the song so well.
While ordering fish and chips I was thinking,
To the words, listen, a sad story it will tell.
The tears came trickling down my face,
And mingled with my meal like vinegar.
But when the song was over I pondered,
For weeks in my thoughts, the tune would linger.
Those brown eyes, I love so well,
Those brown eyes, I long to see,
How I long for those brown eyes,
Strangers they have grown to be.
The melody haunted me for months on end,
It reminded me of a very dear friend,
Who fell in love with the brown-eyed lad,
That treated her so very cruel and bad.
The tune may well refer to too many,
Whose heart was broken like my friend's Jenny,
But, around the corner, and not so far away,
It is a clear blue sky and a more pleasant day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem