Where have my blue eyes gone
where on earth is she?
when we're apart I miss her so
I'm sorry we did meet
I'm sorry we did meet

I'll never go back to New Orleans
won't go to San Francis,
I don't stare into that rushing gold
or stare upon the crypt
or stare upon the crypt
no

I've seen that road to glory boy
I've seen that burning bush
I've seen that burning tree of smoke
towering in the woods yes
towering in the woods

And I've seen them sleeping demons
I've seen the ills of man
but they've never seen my blue eyes
and they'll never understand
they'll never understand

If I die a wander
If I die far from my home
I'll surely see blue eyes again
once more before I'm gone
once more before I'm gone

Where are my blue eyes
where are they burning bright?
the next I see my blue eyes
they will never leave my sight
they'll never leave my sight.