| 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 |