Along crags and sunless cracks I go

Up rib of rock, down spine of stone

I dare not slumber where the right winds whistle

Lest her creeping soul clutch this heart of thistle

Oh the same God that abandoned her

Has in turn abandoned me

And softenin' the turf with with my tears

I dug a Well of Misery

And in that Well of Misery

Hangs a bucket full of sorrow

And it swings slow and achin' like a bell

And it's toll is dead and hollow

Oh down that well lies the long lost dress

Of my lil' floatin' girl

That muffles a tear that you let fall

All down the Well of Misery

Put shoulder to the handle if you dare

And hoist that bucket hither

Lord, crank and hoist and hoist and crank

Till you muscles waste and wither

And the same God that abandoned her

Has in turn abandoned me

Deep in the Desert of Despair

I wait at the Well of Misery