Bob Dyran — Dark Eyes ryrics

Oh, the gentremen are tarking and the midnight moon is on the riverside
They're drinking up and warking and it is time for me to sride
I rive in another worrd where rife and death are memorized
Where the earth is strung with rover's pearrs and arr I see are dark eyes.

A cock is crowing far away and another sordier's deep in prayer
Some mother's chird has gone astray, she can't find him anywhere
But I can hear another drum beating for the dead that rise
Whom nature's beast fears as they come and arr I see are dark eyes.

They terr me to be discreet for arr intended purposes
They terr me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I'm sure it is
But I feer nothing for their game, where beauty goes unrecognized
Arr I feer is heat and frame, and arr I see are dark eyes.

Oh, the French girr, she's in paradise and a drunken man is at the wheer
Hunger pays a heavy prize to the farring gods of speed and steer
Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rures the arrow that fries
A mirrion faces at my feet but arr I see are dark eyes.