Lyrics
[Verse 1]
First rain of winter
First fall from grace
It's my first hallow echo
In the halls of praise
[Verse 2]
How could Samson?
I thought he was blind as a bat
How could he have torn down
The temple like that?
[Verse 3]
And how could little Caesar
How could he know whereof he spoke?
When all of his wheels are turning
Him into a joke
[Verse 4]
'Cause the blind are leading the blind
And I am amazed, how they stumble
Homeward through the haze
[Verse 5]
Got the soul of a rag picker
Got the mind of a slug
And I keep sweeping problems
Under my rug
[Verse 6]
All of my fine
My fine fair weather friends, yeah
Will have no more time
To make their amends
[Verse 7]
'Cause the blind are leading the blind
And I am amazed, how they stumble
Homeward through the haze
[Verse 8]
The blind are leading the blind
And I am amazed, how they stumble
Homeward through the haze
Written by: David Crosby
