The girl is blind and beautiful, I'm honour bound and dutiful, Her head is warm, her skin is cool and she's got religion in a big way. She says those hands are healing hands, She says she's travelled many lands, And i bet that she's got healing hands But I bet she's never met a man who understands her quite the way that I do. And how was I supposed to know that she's the one betrothed, To a catholic boy with stronger faith than I, Just as I was on my knees with a golden ring between my teeth, Her fingers said she's someone elses bride. Oh she'll never see the beauty I can see, Oh she'll never see her own sweet bonny face. A rejection note written in braille, Hear my smoke filled larynx wail, Cigarettes make me feel alone and her voice gives the lonely tone to my song.