Blind Willie - Chris Rea

Blind Willie, that man could see

What we

Can only dream about

Blind Willie, my one and only peace

That I can’t do without

Blind Willie

Now I can smell the burnt out hell you lived in

The damp newspaper making up your bed

The stinging eyes that died

When you were just a child

Oh I swear that I have cried

For you

Blind Willie

I pray each night

You sleep without a fever

I pray each night

You don’t feel the winter cold

Willie B and Angelina are with you now

And peace like sunlight

Wraps around your soul

Oh Blind Willie