hazel eyes

Blue as the wings of a heron in the night Like the rising of the tides on the shores of Isle Skye They gleam evergreen, winds 'a whistling in the pines Like a castle-crawling vine, like the grassy Glen of Lyon And rich as the mud after rain upon the ground They're a whisky hue of brown, braided river running wild I fell astray, but in you, I have found That I am ever bound to your hazel eyes Deep as the sea where the ocean meets the shore Where I met them once before, on the emerald Cliffs of Moher Bright as the light setting fire to the north Rising high beyond the morn, laying shadows on the floor Long is the day when the moon obscures the sun 'Tis the darkness they become, till the dawn upon the fjord I fell astray, but I am bone & blood And I am bound by love to your hazel eyes I fell astray, but in you, I have found That I am ever bound to your hazel eyes