There was blood where he once had eyes
In the fog at the doctor’s door-
Could you not go anywhere else?
My wife and sons are asleep
And the doctor did what he could
And he gave him love on the floor

He was cured and was given sight
And deprived of the will to die

And he soon forgot his old friends for he needed purpose now

The cathedral was big and black
It was the doctor who brought him here
And on Sundays you will come with your suit and wife and son

God bless the doctor’s trade
And the lovely quagmire he made
They have built a race who can’t read
And are sleepless like the sun.