If you're leaving close the door
I'm not expecting people anymore
Hear me grieving, I'm 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 too 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

Copyright: DOWNTOWN MUSIC
Writer(s): Ian Anderson Paice, Ian Gillan, Jon Lord, Ritchie Blackmore, Roger Glover