JON LORD SOLO

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