Ah, little green eyes, Ah, little eyes of mine, Ah, Heaven be willing That you think of me somewise. The day of departure You came full of grieving And to see I was leaving The tears 'gan to start sure With the heavy torture Of sorrows unbrightened When you lie down at night and When there to you dreams rise, Ah, Heaven be willing That you think of me somewise. Deep is my assurance Of you, little green eyes, That in truth you realize Something of my durance Eyes of hope's fair assurance And good premonition By virtue of whose condition All green colors I prize. Ah, Heaven be willing That you think of me somewise. Would God I might know you To which quarter bended And why comprehended When sighings overflow you, And if you must go through Some certain despair, For that you lose his care Who was faithful always. Ah, Heaven be willing That you think of me these days. Through never a moment I've known how to live lest All my thoughts but as one pressed You-ward for their concernment. May God send chastisement If in this I belie me And if it truth be My own little green eyes. Ah, Heaven be willing That you think of me somewise. |