Lyrics Christy Moore

Christy Moore

The Well

Everybody knew, but nobody said...

Green grows the lily-o

Right among the bushes-o

A gentleman was passing by

And he asked for a drink as he was dry

At the well below the valley-o

Green grows the lily-o

Right among the bushes-o

My cup is full up to the brim

And if I were to stoop I might fall in

At the well below the valley-o

Green grows the lily-o

Right among the bushes-o

If your true love was passing by

You'd fill him a drink if he was dry

At the well below the valley-o

Green grows the lily-o

Right among the bushes-o

She swore by grass, she swore by corn

Her true love had never been born

At the well below the valley-o

Green grows the lily-o

Right among the bushes-o

He said to her you're swearing wrong

Six fine children you've had born

At the well below the valley-o

Green grows the lily-o

Right among the bushes-o

If you be a man of noble fame

You'll tell to me the father of them

At the well below the valley-o

Green grows the lily-o

Right among the bushes-o

There's one of them by your brother John

At the well below the valley-o

One of them by your Uncle Don

At the well below the valley-o

Two of them by your father dear

At the well below the valley-o

Green grows the lily-o

Right among the bushes-o

If you be a man of noble fame

You'll tell to me what did happen to them

At the well below the valley-o

Green grows the lily-o

Right among the bushes-o

There's one of them buried beneath the tree

At the well below the valley-o

Another two buried beneath the stone

At the well below the valley-o

Two of them outside the graveyard wall

At the well below the valley-o

Green grows the lily-o

Right among the bushes-o

If you be a man of noble fame

You'll tell to me what will happen myself

At the well below the valley-o

Green grows the lily-o

Right among the bushes-o

You'll be seven years a-ringing a bell

At the well below the valley-o

And seven years a-burning in hell

At the well below the valley-o

I'll be seven years a-ringing a bell

But the Lord above may save my soul

From burning in hell at the well below the valley-o

Green grows the lily-o

Right among the bushes-o

Green grows the lily-o

Right among the bushes-o