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