Lyrics
One summer evening, drunk to hell
Intoxicated during a summer evening
Stood there, nearly lifeless
Standing there, almost devoid of life
An old man in the corner sang
An elderly man in the corner was singing
"Where the Water Lilies Grow"
Singing "Where the Water Lilies Grow"
And on the jukebox, Johnny sang
Johnny was singing on the jukebox about love
About a thing called love
Reference to a song about love by Johnny
And it's how are you kid, and what's your name
Small talk: How are you and what's your name
And how would you bloody know?
Expressing skepticism or doubt
In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky
Amidst violence and death under a chaotic sky
I lay down on the ground
Lying down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Seeing body parts of other men scattered around
Were scattered all around
Varying reactions—cursing, praying, and bleeding
Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed
Only able to see a pair of brown eyes looking at the speaker
Then prayed and bled some more
No pair of brown eyes waiting upon return
And the only thing that I could see
Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me
Expressing the intent to wander
But when we got back, labeled parts one to three
There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me
-And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin', I'll go
Reflecting on feelings of hatred towards another person
And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin', I'll go
Songs evoke elusive dreams and memories
And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin', I'll go
Recalling a place where brown eyes were waiting
For a pair of brown eyes
Thoughts about someone with brown eyes waiting
I looked at him, he looked at me
All I could do was hate him
-While Ray and Philomena sang
-Of my elusive dreaming
-I saw the streams, the rolling hills
-Where his brown eyes were waiting
-And I thought about a pair of brown eyes
-That waited once for me
-So drunk to hell, I left the place
-Sometimes crawling, sometimes walking
-A hungry sound came through the breeze
-So I gave the walls a talking
-And I heard the sounds of long ago
-From the old canal
-And birds were whistling in the trees
-Where the wind was gently laughing
-And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin', I'll go
-And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin', I'll go
-And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin', I'll go
-For a pair of brown eyes
-Pair of brown eyes
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