Ballad of a Brown Eyed Girl

She was a young girl with eyes of brown
Lived three days all alone on an island
Where the wind and the rain make a pitiful sound
And the sun and the sea endlessly pound
Rocks on the shore and the white sand

On the first day, she wrote with a stick in the sand
Words of welcome to all passing sailors
But as evening fell on the very same day
The tide coming in washed her words away
While the light of the moon grew paler

On the second day, she stood at her window and sang
A beautiful song to the morning
But no one was there on her island to hear
And the beautiful song that she sang disappeared
In the sound of the rain that kept falling

On the third day, she woke and she planted the seed
Of a rose that would bloom in her garden
But the sun beat down and it withered the rose
For she chose her a place where no river flows
In a land that never gives pardon

And though I never read what she wrote in the sand
Or heard what she sang from her window
Though the rose that she planted died in her hand
For three days the cruel world was a lovelier land
For the brown-eyed girl had made it so

She was a young girl with eyes of brown
Lived three days all alone on an island
Where the rain and the wind make a pitiful sound
And the sun and the sea endlessly pound
Rocks on the shore and the white sand