Well Of Misery Lyrics - Nick Cave & The Bad Seed

Along crags and sunless cracks I go 

Up rib of rock, down spine of stone 

I dare not slumber where the right winds whistle 

Lest her creeping soul clutch this heart of thistle 

Oh the same God that abandoned her 

Has in turn abandoned me 

And softenin' the turf with with my tears 

I dug a Well of Misery 

And in that Well of Misery 

Hangs a bucket full of sorrow 

And it swings slow and achin' like a bell 

And it's toll is dead and hollow 

Oh down that well lies the long lost dress 

Of my lil' floatin' girl 

That muffles a tear that you let fall 

All down the Well of Misery 

Put shoulder to the handle if you dare 

And hoist that bucket hither 

Lord, crank and hoist and hoist and crank 

Till you muscles waste and wither 

And the same God that abandoned her 

Has in turn abandoned me 

Deep in the Desert of Despair 

I wait at the Well of Misery