Well Of Misery

Along crags and sunless cracks I go



Up rib of rock, down spine of stone



I dare not slumber where the right winds whistle



Lest her creeping soul clutch this heart of thistle



Oh the same God that abandoned her



Has in turn abandoned me



And softenin' the turf with with my tears



I dug a Well of Misery



And in that Well of Misery



Hangs a bucket full of sorrow



And it swings slow and achin' like a bell



And it's toll is dead and hollow



Oh down that well lies the long lost dress



Of my lil' floatin' girl



That muffles a tear that you let fall



All down the Well of Misery



Put shoulder to the handle if you dare



And hoist that bucket hither



Lord, crank and hoist and hoist and crank



Till you muscles waste and wither



And the same God that abandoned her



Has in turn abandoned me



Deep in the Desert of Despair



I wait at the Well of Misery