Hazel Eyes

I hail from the flatlands of East Anglia. From a town that once could boast prosperity. She had trekked for many moons from the land Of fog. But the cool mists had emptied the Northern Sea. And she said, "When shall I get back to The hills in Bonnie Scotland?" Girl with the hazel Eyes, oh. Girl with the hazel eyes, Oh. The elements had taken a toll on her. Her face was weather-beaten and her hair grey sea. I had never seen a set of eyes more Hazel or rare. And I dared it for her that she looked Up at me. And said, "When shall I get Back to the hills in Bonnie Scotland?" Girl with the hazel eyes, oh. Girl with the hazel eyes, oh. I'm a German People to see your folks in Scotland. When the blessing you want me, I shall ask For your little hand. Girl with the hazel eyes, oh. Girl with the hazel eyes, oh. Girl with the hazel eyes, oh. Girl with the hazel eyes, oh. I'm a German people to see your folks in Scotland. When the blessing you want me, I shall ask For your little hand. Oh