كلمات The Well

I'm waiting, I wait, for the creaking of the gate, How long, how long must I wait. I sit, I sit, the weeds gather 'round me, The wind whips my dress so that I cannot see. So long, good-bye, to that great moaning sky and I'll cast my heart down the well. I stare, I stare, and I'm looking over there, 'Cross that ghostly lake where he dwelled. I look and I see a light burnin' bright, But I know it doesn't burn for me tonight So long, good-bye, to that great moaning sky and I'll cast my heart down the well. Looking down, looking down, to where he once laid, The birds hovered then took him away. I rise to my feet and I walk down that road Where I silently cry when this story is told. So long, good-bye, to that great moaning sky and I'll cast my heart down the well.