Chords Used:

                   E  A  D  G  B  E
C#m                4  4  6  6  5  4
E ---------------- 0  2  2  1  0  0
E7                 0  2  2  1  3  0
Emaj7 ------------ 0  2  1  1  0  0
F#                 2  4  4  3  2  2
F#9 -------------- 2  4  2  3  2  4
G#m                4  6  6  4  4  4
A ---------------- 0  0  2  2  2  0
Am                 5  7  7  5  5  5
B ---------------- 2  2  4  4  4  2
Bm                 2  2  4  4  3  2


Intro:

E -- Bm -- C#m -- Am -- G#m -- B



Verse:

---- E ------------------- E7 -----
Well hello there, sweet to see you,

--------- A ------------- E ----
Like your colour, how you doin'?

--------- E ----------- Emaj7 ---
I've been battered and bewildered

------ F# ------------ B --
In the beauty of your ruins

------ E ------------ E7 ----
Flash, flash and I am blinded

------ A ------------------- F# -
By the fact that you've been born

---------- E --------------- B 
Feels like fiction life goes on

----- E -----------
Brown eyes are gone


(as before)
    Silence is a virtue
    I was taught so I agreed
    Conversation half forgotten
    Is the hole I hold in me
    And all our language and expression
    Is decimated by decree
    The sound of song dies in the dawn
    Brown eyes are gone


A -------------------------
... Descended slowly on the

----------------------
Steps of the cathedral

------- E --------- E7 
Where I kissed you,

A -------------------------------------
... Remembered candles lit with meaning

---------------------- F#9 ------ B 
I imposed, but that es-caped you.

--------- Bsus4 ------------- B ---------
With your brown eyes and your blue jeans;

----------- Bsus4 -------- B ----
I heard the chiming of the clocks 

Bsus4 --------------- B ----------------------- E ---
Kick out the shifting shuffling rhythm of your "Docs".



Solo:

E -- A -- B



(as before)
    Hit the road with my compadre
    Saw the city incomplete
    We were tossed and torn and tumbled
    In your famous foreign streets
    I felt so fearless and forgotten
    No-one numbered nothing neat
    The son has shone, we still belong,
    Brown eyes are gone

    So farewell then senorita
    Pianos played and set the tone
    I was singing like a servant
    To the tune of telephones
    I wish you freedom and forgiveness
    And a time that is your own
    Blue is the colour, mine's the moment
    Brown eyes are gone