February 11, 2011
[Editors' note has been moved.]
The eyes of Texas are upon you, all the live-long day.
The eyes of Texas are upon you, you cannot get away.
Do not think you can escape them, at night or early in the morn.
The eyes of Texas are upon you, till Gabriel blows his horn.
Sing me a song of Prexy, of days long since gone by.
Again I seem to greet him and hear his kind reply.
Smiles of gracious welcome before my memory rise,
Again I hear him say to me “Remember Texas‘ Eyes”.