Bright Eyes

(Papa Charlie: Hello, little girl.
How are you? Who might be your name?
Bright Eyes: Why do you want to know my name?
Papa Charlie: Because I admire you so
Bright Eyes: Well, my name is Bright Eyes. Well,
it's getting late now, I believe I'll go. Good-bye
Papa Charlie: Good-bye, Bright Eyes)

Bright Eyes, good-bye, Bright Eyes, don't cry
Listen to my song
Down where the little be
To drive away the blues
Bright Eyes, don't cry, Bright Eyes, good-bye
I'm going to listen, too
I'll come marching to you, and fighting, too
And it's Bright Eyes, good-bye to you

Bright Eyes, good-bye, Bright Eyes, don't cry
Down where we used to roam
There'll be a little girl
Just to drive away the blues
Bright Eyes, don't cry, Bright Eyes, good-bye
Listen to my song
I'll come marching to you, and fighting, too
And it's Bright Eyes, good-bye to you

I'll come marching to you, and fighting, too
And it's Bright Eyes, good-bye to you