โหลดเพลง mp3 The Blind Fiddler - Pete Seeger

I lost my eyes in the blacksmith shop
In the year of fifty-six

While dusting out a t-flange
Which was out of fix

It bounded from the tongs
And there concealed my doom

I am a blind fiddler
And far from my home

I've been to San Francisco
I've been to Dr Lane

He operated on one o' my eyes
But nothing could he gain

He told me that I'd never see
And it's no use to mourn

I am a blind fiddler
And far from my home

I have a wife and three little ones
Dependin' now on me

To share all my troubles
Whatever they may be

I hope that they'll be careful
While I'm compelled to roam

I am a blind fiddler
And far from my home