Well Of Misery
Along crags and sunless cracks I goUp rib of rock, down spine of stoneI dare not slumber where the night winds whistleLest her creeping-soul clutch this heart of thistle
O the same God that abandon'd herHas in turn abandon'd meAnd softenin' the turf with my tearsI dug a Well of Misery
And, in that Well of MiseryHangs a bucket fulla SorrowIt swings slow an' achin' like a bellIts toll is dead and hollow
Down that well lies the long-lost dressof my lil floatin girlThat muffles a tear that you let fallAll down that Well of Misery
Put ya shoulder to the handle, if ya dareand hoist that bucket, hitherLord, crank'n'hoist'n'hoist'n'crankTill ya muscles waste'n'wither
O the same God that abandon'd herHas in turn abandon'd meDeep in the Desert of DespairI wait at the Well of Misery