With brown eyes shining,
short line on a way to go
And the sun tries you're feeling home,
I guess you're broke
And we lost sight of it,
and breath tied up in summer's hold
Your eyes screamed it,
Burgh Island, in sepia tones.

And if I was ever to leave, I'd say before I go
That you're the best woman I ever known

With brown eyes shining,
short lane on a way to go
And the sun tries you so long
And we lost sight of it,
and breath tied up in summer's hold
And we'll break for it, in Burgh Island
In sepia tones.

And if I was ever to leave, I'd say before I go
That you're the best woman I ever known

Oh, I bite my tongue
that you may be the first to ruin
Cause I heard it sung
That man is a fickle child
The wind blew in

Oh, I bite my tongue
that you may be the first to ruin
Cause I heard it sung
That man is a fickle child
The wind blew in