Brown Eyes and I were tired    We had walked and we had scrambled   Through the moors and through the briars    Through the endless blue meanders    In the blue August moon    In the cool August moon      Over the nights and through the fires    We went surging down the wires    Through the towns and on the highways    Through the storms in all their thundering   In the blue August moon    In the cool August moon      Well we rested in a desert    Where the bones were white as teeth, sir    And we saw St. Elmo's Fire    Splitting ions in the ether    In the blue August moon    In the cool August moon