When a Blind Man Cries

(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice)

If you're leaving, close the door.

I'm not expecting people anymore.

Hear me greaving, lying on the floor.

Whether I'm drunk 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 good time, but it ended much to soon.

In a cold month, in that room.

Found a reason for the things we had to do.

I'm a blind, I'm a blind man.

Now my world is cold.

When a blind man cries,

Lord you know he feels it from his soul