While the wolf had her fangs

Deep in my heart

Who's been writing them 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

And the tears used to sing 'em

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