Along crags and sunless cracks I go. Up rib of rock donw 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.