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 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