We'll stay at home, and call this day our own
With the brown-eyed boy that I once called my own
You sit in the easy(?) chair, while I comb out my suffering hair
Later we can watch a candle burn

I put on your favourite scratchy record
And draw the heavy curtain when dusk falls
Don't seem like you're in the mood for dancing though my dear
So I'll just comb my hair some more
Did you forget to lock the door?

Dreaming of the past and happy times that are now gone
And the brown-eyed boy that I once called my own

I put on your favourite scratchy record
And draw the heavy curtain when night time falls
Don't seem like you're in the mood for dancing though my dear
So I'll just comb my hair some more
Did you forget to lock the door?

Dreaming of the past and happy times that are now gone
And the brown-eyed boy that I once called my own

If I could turn back the hands of time
Nevermore for me the summer sun would shine
And neither for the boy I left behind
And if your mother should come calling
So long from her son she had not heard
I can hope that you'd be true to me forevermore
A blade that's stained with crimson red

Dreaming of the past and happy times that are now gone
And the brown-eyed boy that I once called my own
And the brown-eyed boy that I once called my own