Smilin' through

There's a little brown road windin' over the hill

To a little white cot by the sea:

There's a little green gate at whose trellis I wait,

While two eyes of blue come smilin' through

At me!

There's a grey lock or two in the brown of the hair;

There's some silver in mine, too, I see;

But in all the long years, when the clouds brought their tears,

Those two eyes of blue kept smilin' through

At me!