Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Well Of Misery lyrics

Along crags and sunless cracks I go

Up rib of rock, donw spine of stone

I dare not slumber where the right 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 with my tears

I dug a Well of Misery

And, in that Well of Misery

Hangs a bucket fulla Sorrow

Which 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

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