Forgotten Eyes of Blue

Tried to call you from Chicago
But you wouldn't answer your phone
And I keep on sending you pretty letters
But you can't write me anymore

I turn to you
I turn to you
To your those eyes of forgotten blue
I turn to you
I turn to you
To those eyes of forgotten blue

I wake up every morning
My eyes are crying
I think of all the things
I never got to say
I go out to the meadow
I pick you pretty flowers
And I lay them down there
Upon your grave

I turn to you
I turn to you
To your those eyes of forgotten blue
I turn to you
I turn to you
To those eyes of forgotten blue
Ah
To those eyes of forgotten blue
Ah
To those eyes of forgotten blue
Ah
Ah
Tried to call you from Chicago



Credits
Writer(s): Ronald Holohan
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