Bye Bye Beautiful

Fi-na+lly the hills are with--out eyes
they are ti-red of pa-in-ting a dead man's face
red with their o-wn blo--od.

They used to love
ha-ving so much to lose
bli-nk yo-ur eyes just once
and see e-very-thing in ru-ins.

Ja-cob's ghost for the gi-rl in white
Blind-fold fo-~or the  blind,
Dead si-blings wan-ting the dy-ing e~--~arth

Noose a-round a cho~--~king heart
E-ter-ni-ty to~--~rn a-part
So toll now the fu-ne-ral bells.

How blind can you be, don't you see...
How blind can you be, don't you see...
How blind can you be, don't you see...
That the gam-bler lost all he does not have.