the well. The whole years slowly passed, where the high grass has grown By the lake where we used to play The ravine's grown so high, round the shaded brick well
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
well. The whole years slowly passed, where the high grass has grown By the lake where we used to play The ravine's grown so high, round the shaded brick well
