Well of Misery

Nick Cave and the bad seeds

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
 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