Smiling Through - The Shannon Singers

There’s a little brown road winding over the hill

To a little white cott by the sea,

There’s a little green gate,

At whose trellis I wait,

While two eyes of blue come smiling through at me

There’s a grey lock or two in the brown of your hair,

There’s some silver in mine too I see,

But through all the long years,

While the clouds hide their tears

Those two eyes of blue kept smiling through at me

And if ever I’m left in this world all alone,

I will wait for my call patiently,

And if heaven be kind I’ll awake there to find

Those two eyes of blue still smiling through at me.

Those two eyes of blue still smiling through at me.