The Well - Tarnation

I’m waiting, I wait, for the creaking of the gate,

How long, how long must I wait.

I sit, I sit, the weeds gather 'round me,

The wind whips my dress so that I cannot see.

So long, good-bye, to that great moaning sky and I’ll cast my heart down

the well.

I stare, I stare, and I’m looking over there,

'Cross that ghostly lake where he dwelled.

I look and I see a light burnin’bright,

But I know it doesn’t burn for me tonight

So long, good-bye, to that great moaning sky and I’ll cast my heart down

the well.

Looking down, looking down, to where he once laid,

The birds hovered then took him away.

I rise to my feet and I walk down that road

Where I silently cry when this story is told.

So long, good-bye, to that great moaning sky and I’ll cast my heart down

the well.