Eyesight To The Blind by Gary Moore
You're talking about your woman,
I wish to God, man, that you could see mine
You're talking about your woman,
I wish to God that you could see mine
Every time the little girl start to loving,
She bring eyesight to the blind
Lord, her daddy must been a millionaire,
'Cause I can tell by the way she walk
Her daddy must been a millionaire,
Because I can tell by the way she walk
Every time she start to loving,
The deaf and dumb begin to talk
I remember one Friday morning,
We was lying down across the bed
Man in the next room a-dying, stopped dying
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