Is it a kind of dream Floating out on the tide Following the river of death downstream Oh is it a dream? There's a fog along the horizon Astrange glow in the sky And nobody seems to know where you go And what does it mean Oh Oh is it a dream? Bright eyes Burning like fire, Bright Eyes how can you close and fail. How can the light that burned so brightly Suddenly burn so pale? Bright Eyes. Is it a kind of shadow Reaching into the night Wandering over the hills unseen Or is it a dream? There's a high wind in the trees A cold sound in the air And nobody ever knows when you go And where do you start oh oh into the start. Bright eyes Burning like fire. Bright eyes How can you close and fail. How can the light that burned so brightly Suddenly burn so pale Bright Eyes Bright eyes Burning like fire. Bright eyes How can you close and fail. How can the light that burned so brightly Suddenly burn so pale Bright Eyes
We'd like to know A little bit about you For our files. We'd like to help you learn To help yourself. Look around you. All you see Are sympathetic eyes. Stroll around the grounds Until you feel at home. And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know Wo wo wo God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson, Heaven holds a place for those who pray Hey hey hey, hey hey hey Hide it in a hiding place Where no one ever goes. Put it in you pantry with your cupcakes. It's a little secret, Just the Robinsons' affair. Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids. Coo coo ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know Wo wo wo God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson, Heaven holds a place for those who pray Hey hey hey, hey hey hey Sitting on a sofa On a Sunday afternoon, Going to the candidates' debate, Laugh about it, Shout about it, When you've got to choose, Every way you look at it you lose. Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? A nation turns its lonely eyes to you Ooo ooo ooo. What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson? "Joltin' Joe has left and gone away" Hey hey hey, hey hey hey