In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king


We met in the springtime when the blossoms unfold
The pastures were green and the meadows were gold
Our love was in flower as summer grew on
Her love like the leaves, now have withered and gone

The roses have faded, there's frost at my door
The birds in the morning don't sing anymore
The grass in the valley is starting to die
And out in the darkness the Whippoorwills cry

Alone and forsaken by fate and by man
Oh Lord, if you hear me, please hold my hand