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