Well of Misery 歌词

	作词 : Cave
	Along crags and sunless cracks i go
	Up rib of rock, donw 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

	zuo ci : Cave
	Along crags and sunless cracks i go
	Up rib of rock, donw spine of stone
	I dare not slumber where the night winds whistle
	Lest her creepingsoul 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 longlost 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

	zuò cí : Cave
	Along crags and sunless cracks i go
	Up rib of rock, donw spine of stone
	I dare not slumber where the night winds whistle
	Lest her creepingsoul 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 longlost 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

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