American Old Time Song Lyrics: 11 The Blind Boys Lament
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 11
THE BLIND BOY'S LAMENT.
Strangers, will you kindly listen,
Do not coldly pass me by,
You who are so blest of heaven,
Listen to a blind boy's cry?
Poor and homeless here I wander,
All my life one cloudy dream,
For I cannot see the daylight,
Cannot see the sun's bright beam.
I can clasp your hand in friendship,
Listen to thy words of love,
But I cannot see your faces
'Till we meet in heaven above.
Human help is unavailing,
I must bend beneath the blight,
I'd be happy in the sunshine,
But my days are darkest nights;
All my life is sad and lonely,
Darkly groping all the day,
I would give this world of nations
Could these shadows pass away.-Chorus.
Here my brother sits beside me,
He'll protect me from all harm,
Where I go he kindly leads me,
Gently leaning on his arm;
May the blessings of kind heaven
Rest upon him day and night,
And the friends that now surround me
Keep their health, retain their sight.-Chorus.