Song Of The Well Lyrics

Drawing water from the well,
Spilling over on the grass.
Walking home my head is filled with pain,
You go your way my love.

As I wander through the trees,
Picking up the fallen leaves.
I wonder where you may be keeping now,
You go your way my love.

May the west wind speed your flight,
And the sun be on your hair.
And make believe I'm with you over there,
You go your way my love.
Friends and strangers bring me stories,
When asked where you might be.
Magic stories they have brought to me,
You go your way my love.