Head of ribbons running down the brae
In the morning, in the morning
Barefoot sisters and a milking pail
Turning around
At the weekend the boats come in
From the herring, from the herring
Wives and families and the table laid
Turning again
Forever you'll be eyes of blue
In the circle of your youth
Picking every blade of truth
Down the Newton road
War is over and the boys come home
From the fighting, from the fighting
Love letters and a great unknown
Turning again
Counting your blessings at the village hall
To the dancing, to the dancing
A lot of loving and a lot of soul
Turning again
Forever you'll be eyes of blue
In the circle of your youth
Picking every blade of truth
Down the Newton road
In the morning, in the morning
Barefoot sisters and a milking pail
Turning around
At the weekend the boats come in
From the herring, from the herring
Wives and families and the table laid
Turning again
Forever you'll be eyes of blue
In the circle of your youth
Picking every blade of truth
Down the Newton road
War is over and the boys come home
From the fighting, from the fighting
Love letters and a great unknown
Turning again
Counting your blessings at the village hall
To the dancing, to the dancing
A lot of loving and a lot of soul
Turning again
Forever you'll be eyes of blue
In the circle of your youth
Picking every blade of truth
Down the Newton road
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