While the wolf had her fangsnDeep in my heartnWho’s been writing them songsnWho’s been singingnnAnd who’s been listeningnBlue eyes while you’ve been gonenThat two dollar hat and them old black stockingsnDown on the bowerynnHand in hand the full moon went walkingnWith blue eyes without menAnd the tears used to sing ‘emnAnd the cold wind would blow ‘emnnDown on the bowerynBroken hearts were the only things listeningnAnd blue eyes, I heard everythingnThat two dollar hat and them old black stockingsnnDown on the bowerynHand in hand the full moon went walkingnWith blue eyes without me nWith blue eyes without me