Well Of Misery کے بول

Along crags and sunless cracks I go Up rib of rock, donw spine of stone I dare not slumber where the night winds whistle Lest her creeping-soul clutch this heart of thistle O the same God that abandond her Has in turn abandond me And softenin the turf with my tears I dug a well of misery And, in that well of misery Hangs a bucket fulla sorrow It swings slow an achin like a bell Its toll is dead and hollow Down that well lies the long-lost dress Of my lil floatin girl That muffles a tear that you let fall All down that well of misery Put ya shoulder to the handle, if ya dare And hoist that bucket, hither Lord, cranknhoistnhoistncrank Till ya muscles wastenwither O the same God that abandond her Has in turn abandond me Deep in the desert of despair I wait at the well of misery