Текст песни cave nick - Well Of Misery
cave nick - Well Of Misery слова песни
Along crags and sunless cracks I goUp rib of rock, donw spine of stoneI dare not slumber where the right winds whistleLest her creeping-soul clutch this heart of thistleO the same God that abandon`d herHas in turn abandon`d meAnd softenin` the turf with with my tearsI dug a Well of MiseryAnd, in that Well of MiseryHangs a bucket fulla SorrowWhich swings slow an` achin` like a bellIts toll is dead and hollowDown that well lies the long-lost dressof my lil floatin girlThat muffles a tear that you let fallAll down that Well of MiseryPut ya shoulder to the handle, if ya dareand hoist that bucket, hitherCrank`n`hoist`n`hoist`n`crankTill ya muscles waste`n`witherO the same God that abandon`d herHas in turn abandon`d meDeep in the Desert of DespairI wait at the Well of Misery