Pete Bensen

Poor Pitiful Me

Poor Pitiful Me

Oh, poor pitiful me, I'm blind it's dark
Too dark to see, Lord let me be

Don't know what's come over me
Gray sky dark clouds oversee
Now she's gone, not to return
Oh dear Lord, don't let me burn
Fire in the sky and in the sand
Burns my eye and burns my hand
Crawl away before I run
Now she's gone and I've begun

Oh, poor pitiful me, I'm blind it's dark
Too dark to see, Lord let me be

I'll get by no thanks to you
Me, myself I must be true
You, you just go away
Thank you again just not to stay
Now she's gone across the sea
Oh dear Lord please set me free
Won't cry, won't shed a tear
For all the trouble that I bear

Oh, poor pitiful me, I'm blind it's dark
Too dark to see, Lord let me be,
Lord let me be, Lord let me be

Spare me, take it all away
The piper, I have to pay
He plays a solemn tune
And leaving, and none too soon
Sell the ticket somewhere else
Otherwise, just take my pulse
Heart runs, it's beating fine
When all else fails, my blood for wine
Smell the roses almost free
Ten fingers ten toes, a sky to see
Birds to hear, my cross to bear
Lord knows I'm almost there

Oh, poor pitiful me, I'm blind it's dark
Too dark to see, Lord let me be
Lord let me be, Lord let me be

© Peter Bensen