While the wolf had her fangs
Deep in my heart
Who's been writing the songs
Who's been singing
And who's been listening
Blue eyes while you've been gone

That two dollar hat and them old black stockings
Down on the bowery
Hand in hand the full moon went walking
With blue eyes without me

Now the tears they used to round
And the cold wind would blow 'em
Down on the bowery
Broken hearts were the only things listening

And blue eyes, I heard everything
That two dollar hat and them old black stockings
Down on the bowery
Hand in hand the full moon went walking

With blue eyes without me
With blue eyes without me