A blind man can see darkness and when the shadows fall
I quickly close the curtains of my mind
I hear the voice of yesterday so sweetly when it calls
And i reach for the daughter of the vine
Happiness is dead and gone my dreams have flown away
Like captive birds free from the trap of time
Tomorrow is a silent song forgotten yesterday
When i turn to the daughter of the vine
The fingers of forgetfulness caress my troubled brain
And gently wipes her memory from my mind
Those healing hands of happiness soon take away my pain
As i reach for the daughter of the vine
On the sea of sorrow their pride's a sinking ship
So abandon it and leave your hopes behind
Your crutches are not broken although your wings are clipped
You'll be rescued by the daughter of the vine
The fingers of forgetfulness caress my troubled brain
And gently wipes her memory from my mind
Those healing hands of happiness soon take away my pain
As i cling to the daughter of the vine
As i cling to the daughter of the vine
