The Well Song

Walk through the grass, my dear ones
Let the dew drip down your feet
Let the weeds twist and tie themselves
Round your precious toes
Let the clean, crisp night air flow right into your lungs
And into every limb
Let the bright, sharp night stars sing you to sleep once again

This well that I have dug may be deep my love
No water does it hold to quench your thirsting soul
This cistern in the ground, it's walls are dry, brittle, and brown
Oh and dirt has found a way down to the bottom of its dusty floor
So don't ask me to quench your thirst anymore
Don't ask me to give any more

Well I've walked and walked a thousand leagues
Watched my precious strength grow weak, O Lord
I can't walk here a single mile more
So I sat and sat in lazy pain,
let the pity go straight to my brain, O Lord
I can't sit here a single moment more

Cause this well that I have dug is completely empty of love
No water does it hold to quench my thirsting soul
But your cisterns in the ground, Oh what a beautiful sound
They just flow and flow, how they meet my thirsty soul
O Lord, why give this precious drink to fools
No I don't thirst anymore