Stephen Stills - The Blind Fiddler lyrics

Traditional I lost my eyes in a blacksmith shop in 1756 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. I have a wife and daughter depending on me What good can I do them? My God, I cannot see ................................................... upôn my knees I wander from one place to another my daily bread to win I am a blind fiddler that's all I'll never be. Round, round up and down all along the lonely town.