Shades of Us with thanks to Guy Lance on the other side My mother had brown Eyes my father had blue The brown was passed down To me the blue passed through To my daughter then Two brown-eyed sons again My Grandfather Lance Was a poet like me In the desert he Had blue eyes that could dance Knowing what they knew At one hundred and two About Lancelot Camelot and old days That were made always In shades of us that got Passed down from the old To the young red and gold Or Gules a Fess Or For after our before Shades of us in eyes Of love in brown or blue That have seen a lot And I have seen it too Love I recognize In eyes to see me through Seen through me too in My eyes to rise again Having been passed down In eyes of blue and brown Love is what we get And what I have gotten From unforgotten Shades that do not forget Shades that are not gone But in our eyes gone on Shades of us and of Unforgotten love Steven Curtis Lance