Head of ribbons running down the brae  In the morning, In the morning,  Bare-foot sisters and a milking pail  Turning around  At the weekend the boats come in  From the herring, From the herring  Wives and families and the table laid  Turning again    Forever you'll be eyes blue  In the circle of your youth  Picking every blade of truth  Down the Newton road    War is over and the boys come home  From the fighting, From the fighting  Letters and a great unknown  Turning around  Counting your blesings at the village hall  To the dancing, To the dancing  Alittle loving and a lot of soul  Turning again    Forever you'll be eyes blue  In the circle of your youth  Picking every blade of truth  Down the Newton road    You took your beauty and your heart of gold  To the Altar, To the altar  Bound forever in an August vow  Turning around  The skies of summer shone round your door  Little children, Little children  Three men who couldn't love you more  Turning again    Forever you'll be eyes blue  In the circle of your youth  Picking every blade of truth  Down the Newton road    One door opens and another closed  Oh the parting, Oh the parting  New arrivals and a family grown  Turning around  Head of ribbons running down the brae  In the morning, In the morning  Pulling moments from the clock of faith  Turning again    Forever you'll be eyes blue  In the circle of your youth  Picking every blade of truth  Down the Newton road    Forever you'll be eyes blue  In the circle of your youth  Picking every blade of truth  Down the Newton road