Stephen Stills - Blind Fiddler Medley Lyrics
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| Stephen Stills
- Blind Fiddler Medley Lyrics
Album: -------------------------------------- I lost my eyes in a blacksmith shop In the year of fifty six Working on a t-flange 'Twas in need of fix It bounded from the tongs And there concealed my doom I am a blind fiddler Far frommy home I have a wife and daughter Depending on me What good can I do them My God I cannot see I wander from one place to another My daily bread to win I am a blind fiddler Looking for a friend Round round up and down All along the lonely town See him sinkin' low Doesn't see the love there is to know And he cries From the misery And he lies Singing harmony She is gone There is no tomorrow It is done So now he must borrow The life of his brothers And living in sorrow He must do For the others A chill wind hits his face Was that a tear I thought I saw a trace Loving people everywhere Where is she She is not there And he cries From the misery And he lies Singing harmony She is gone There is no tomorrow It is done So now he must borrow The life of his brothers And living in sorrow He must do For the others Know you got to run And you know you got to hide Don't know who to follow Who is on your side Don't know where you're going Won't talk of where you been And I may see you tomorrow Never more again And you got yourself a potion For to keep you from your sleep In the dark and lonely hours I've heard you laugh and weep Talk about you're sinkin' What a hole you're in But you'll never face your lonely soul Never face your friends And you know you got to run And you know you got to hide Still there is a great light Lingerin' deep within your eyes Open up open up C'mon and let me in When you can love yourself honey I I can love you then I lost my eyes in a blacksmith shop In seventeen fifty six Working on a t-flange 'Twas in need of fix It bounded from the tongs And there concealed my doom I am a blind fiddler Far from my home Round round up and down All along the lonely town
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