Those Brown Eyes

One evening when the sun was low
My brown eyes whispered, «I must go.»
Not one minute would she wait
She kissed my cheek and left my gate
Those brown eyes I loved so well
Those brown eyes I long to see
How I long for those brown eyes
Strangers they have grown to be
One night I met her on the street
I tipped my hat but I could not speak
Another man was by her side
Soon I thought she’d be his bride