blind fidlder

This is the disc that Stephen Stills fans always hoped he'd make. Stills Alone is just Stephen doing what he does the best, picking and singing in a style all his own. Put this on, and what you have is Stills in your living room playing your very own private concert. From Fred Neil's "Everybody's Talkin" to the Beatles' "In My Life," right on through to Stephen's own compositions, everything here seems to click. Of note is the sensational "Blind Fiddler Medley." From one of the veterans of the rock & roll wars, Stills has put out a spectacular solo effort in the true sense of the word. James Chrispell, All Music GuideI lost my eyes in a blacksmith shopIn the year of fifty sixWorking on a t-flange'Twas in need of fixIt bounded from the tongsAnd there concealed my doomI am a blind fiddlerFar from my homeI have a wife and daughterDepending on meWhat good can I do themMy God I cannot seeI wander from one place to anotherMy daily bread to winI am a blind fiddlerLooking for a friendRound round up and downAll along the lonely townSee him sinkin' lowDoesn't see the love there is to knowAnd he criesFrom the miseryAnd he liesSinging harmonyShe is goneThere is no tomorrowIt is doneSo now he must borrowThe life of his brothersAnd living in sorrowHe must doFor the othersA chill wind hits his faceWas that a tearI thought I saw a traceLoving people everywhereWhere is sheShe is not thereAnd he criesFrom the miseryAnd he liesSinging harmonyShe is goneThere is no tomorrowIt is doneSo now he must borrowThe life of his brothersAnd living in sorrowHe must doFor the othersKnow you got to runAnd you know you got to hideDon't know who to followWho is on your sideDon't know where you're goingWon't talk of where you beenAnd I may see you tomorrowNever more againAnd you got yourself a potionFor to keep you from your sleepIn the dark and lonely hoursI've heard you laugh and weepTalk about you're sinkin'What a hole you're inBut you'll never face your lonely soulNever face your friendsAnd you know you got to runAnd you know you got to hideStill there is a great lightLingerin' deep within your eyesOpen up open upC'mon and let me inWhen you can love yourself honey II can love you thenI lost my eyes in a blacksmith shopIn seventeen fifty sixWorking on a t-flange'Twas in need of fixIt bounded from the tongsAnd there concealed my doomI am a blind fiddlerFar from my homeRound round up and downAll along the lonely town