Ballad of Blind Love
An honest man, an upright man
tralalalalla tralallaleru
found himself with his heart aflame
for a woman who didn't feel the same.
"Tomorrow," she said, "come lay at my feet"
tralalalalla tralallaleru
"Tomorrow," she said, "come lay at my feet
your mother's heart for my dogs to eat."
So he went and killed his poor mama.
tralalalalla tralallaleru
He yanked her heart right out of her chest
and went back to his love thinking she'd be impressed.
The heart didn't do it. The heart didn't do it.
tralalalalla tralallaleru
To some further bloodshed she was inclined;
she wanted still more proof that his love was blind.
"If you really love me," she insists
tralalalalla tralallaleru
"If you really love me," she insists,
you'll open all the veins in both your wrists."
He opened all the veins in both his wrists,
tralalalalla tralallaleru
and as the blood spurted out of his veins,
he ran like a madman to see her again.
She said to him, in fits of laughter
tralalalalla tralallaleru
She said to him, in fits of laughter,
"as a final test, it's your death I'm after."
And while his color faded away,
and his blood slowly dripped to the ground,
her vanity thrilled, for she could say:
a man had killed himself to try and bring her round.
Gently and sweetly blew the wind outside
tralalalalla tralallaleru
but suddenly she found herself dissatisfied
when she saw that he was happy as he died.
Happy as he died, and in love it seemed
while she got nothing from all his pains:
not his love, nor his esteem,
only the drying blood flowing from his veins.
