I sit in a darkness more deep than my cave
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And curse the bold hero who gave me my grave
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For no one will fear when they see this blind fool
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To leave me alive was a torment most cruel
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Chorus: I once was a Giant, but now I'm a craven
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My dirge is the song of white sheep and black raven
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I curse the brave man who would not stand and fight
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But who gave me to death when he put out my sight
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He sharpened my stick while I slept unafraid
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Then burned it red-hot in the fire I had made
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He stabbed it down into my eyelid so deep
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He robbed me of sight as he robbed me of sleep
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My sheep when to pasture and never returned
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The coals are so cold where my bonfire once burned
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I hear the birds call as the night gathers near
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And folds me in silence as deep as my fear
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I sit in the cold and the night of the blind
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And curse that foul captain and all man-unkind
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I pray he will wander as I never can
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And wish for the sight of his own kin and clan
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The sheep on the hillsides call lost in the night
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They cannot be gathered by one without sight
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The ravens are waiting on branches nearby
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To pluck at my bones when I lay down and die
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Words and music: Kathy Mar
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Copyright 1986 Kathy Mar
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Polyphemus
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Kathy Mar |