There's a little brown road

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 o' blue
Come smilin' through
At me.
There's a gray 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 o' blue
Kept smilin' through
At me.

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