There’s a little brown road windin’ over the hill
To a little white cot by the sea;
There’s a little green gate at whose trellis I wait,
While two eyes o’ blue come smilin’ through at me!
There’s a gray lock or two in the brown of the hair,
There’s some silver in mine, too, I see;
But in all the long years when the clouds brought their tears,
Those two eyes o’ blue kept smiling; through at me!
Penn, Arthur A., "Smilin' Through Song" (1919). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1879.
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