(Deep Purple)

If you’re leaving close the door.
I’m not expecting people any more.
Hear me grieving, I’m lying on the floor
Whether I’m [bad word] or dead, I really ain’t too sure.

I’m a blind man, I’m a blind man.
And my world is pale.

When a blind man cries
Lord you know there ain’t no sadder tale.

Had a friend once in a room.
Had a goodtime but it ended much to soon.
In a cold month in that room
we found a reason for the things we had to do.

I’m a blind man, I’m a blind man.
Now my room is cold

When a blind man cries
Lord you know he feels it from his soul.