Geneva Ryals Stuart

Searching Brown Eyes

She looked this Country over
I've searched from place to place
But none to me are
To resemble your dear face.

I ask for information
They said it could be found
I told them I was hunting
Someone with eyes of brown.

Someone to make me happy,
Someone that would be true,
Someone tall and slinder
With brown eyes to resemble you.

I found a couple of brown eyes,
They looked at me so bright,
But not the ones I'd so long far,
So they were not my delight.

Each one whom could be interesting;
Had blues eyes just like mine,
I looked at them in pity;
and pushed them all behind

At the end of my journey;
though the hardest I had tried,
Searching for the couple of brown eyes
Yet still I was not satified.