(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