Scorn me not though I deserve Ive done fighting in my time Long live the people hear me shout And tell my enemies Im blind now Cold and clear, cold and clear, [Gold and clean...?] Alone I may be But afraid aint me Trust to me your little ones Slow and sweet I teach Woman man in blended garments Try to block my greatest moments Cold and clear, cold and clear Alone I may be But afraid aint me Oh the little black one comes No one shouts out my name Oh the little white one comes Think love is a game? Treat me well when wandered to your door Bathe me please for I am dirty Wash me hard with scalding tears And with bath water drain my fears Cold and clear, cold and clear Alone I may be but Afraid aint me Cold and clear, cold and clear Alone I may be but Afraid aint me
clear, cold, afraid, alone, shout