I’ll sing you a song; it won’t take me long
to rhyme and to romanticize.
I’ll paint with just words, sing sweet as the birds
of the girl with the faraway eyes.
I met her in France, where all true romance
is started, then ended, so dies.
Her heart I had won; knew not she would run:
the girl with the faraway eyes.
She taught me to love this nymph from above.
Like goddess, she wore a disguise.
Came into my life, as lover, not wife:
the girl with the faraway eyes.
We parted too soon, star-cross\'d ‘neath the moon.
With sorrow she stained all my skies.
Long years though apart, she lived in my heart:
the girl with the faraway eyes
I long for her still, with heart she did chill,
by breaking it, with all the ties.
I’ll find her one day; next time she may stay:
the girl with the faraway eyes.