Well Of Misery — текст песни (Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds)

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