Lyrics Al Stewart – My Enemies Have Sweet Voices

I was in a bar called Paradise
When the fiddler from the band
Asked me «Why do you stand there crying?»
I answered him: «Musician, this may come as a surprise

I was playing Brag in Bedlam
And the doctor would not deal
Asking me: «Why do you kneel down there bleeding?»
I answered him «Physician,
I think you would have cried
I was falling back on failure
The failure stepped aside
And my enemies have sweet voices
Their tones are soft and kind
When I hear my heart rejoices
I do not seem to mind»

I was blind side to the gutter
And Merlin happened by
Asking me «why do you lie down there bleeding?»
I answered him «Magician, as a matter of a fact
I was jumping to conclusions
And one of them jumped back
And my enemies have sweet voices
Their tones are soft and kind
When I hear my heart rejoices