Jon Lord Solo + When A Blind Man Cries (Moscow 1996)

When A Blind Man Cries | Moscow | 1996 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