Blind Fiddler Medley: The Blind Fiddler/do Lyrics - Singles - Stephen Stills

Blind Fiddler Medley ("The Blind Fiddler," Trad.; "Do for the Others," Stephen Stills; "Know You Got to Run," Stephen Stills/John Hopkins) 

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 

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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 

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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