Blind Fiddler Medley The Blind Fiddler, Trad. Do for the Others, Stephen Stills Know You Got to Run, Stephen StillsJohn Hopkins I lost my eyes in a blacksmith shop In the year of fifty six Working on a tflange 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 Doesnt 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 Dont know who to follow Who is on your side Dont know where youre going Wont 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 Ive heard you laugh and weep Talk about youre sinkin What a hole youre in But youll 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 Cmon 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 tflange 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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