Well of Misery

Along crags and sunless cracks I go

Up rib of rock, down 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 abandon'd her

Has in turn abandon'd 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, crank'n'hoist'n'hoist'n'crank

Till ya muscles waste'n'wither

O the same God that abandon'd her

Has in turn abandon'd me

Deep in the Desert of Despair

I wait at the Well of Misery