By Weary Well Lyrics

	作词 : Williamson
	Words and music
	RW 1978 As
	I came down by the weary well
	Going there to fill my can
	My fortune there
	I do declare
	She took me by the hand
	The lark gives tongue when summer comes
	Though time cracks every song
	As if newborn and as forlorn
	Twas me that loved her long
	The willow tree, the willow tree
	That Christ cleft for his flocks
	I saw the candles burn in the church and the door of the many locks
	The ocean roared against the shore
	In the dark before the day
	I pulled my coat up round my throat
	And I turned my face away
	My curses on the carpenter
	Who built the doors so strong
	That she and me might parted be and parted be for long
	Before I´m old with wandering
	By the high roads and the low
	I´ll steal his hammer and his nails
	Till he can build no more
	I wish that
	I were in her bed
	Where I have been before
	Her arms entwined around my neck and her fine breasts rising so
	I wish her door was bolted fast
	With two locks and a chain and she and
	I inside to lie
	Safe from the wind and rain
	Sun and fire and candlelight
	To all the world belong
	But the moon pale and the midnight
	Let these delight the strong
	Where wild geese fly across the sky
	Her voice is like the air and the midnight dark is in her eyes and the night is on her hair

	zuo ci : Williamson
	Words and music
	RW 1978 As
	I came down by the weary well
	Going there to fill my can
	My fortune there
	I do declare
	She took me by the hand
	The lark gives tongue when summer comes
	Though time cracks every song
	As if newborn and as forlorn
	Twas me that loved her long
	The willow tree, the willow tree
	That Christ cleft for his flocks
	I saw the candles burn in the church and the door of the many locks
	The ocean roared against the shore
	In the dark before the day
	I pulled my coat up round my throat
	And I turned my face away
	My curses on the carpenter
	Who built the doors so strong
	That she and me might parted be and parted be for long
	Before I m old with wandering
	By the high roads and the low
	I ll steal his hammer and his nails
	Till he can build no more
	I wish that
	I were in her bed
	Where I have been before
	Her arms entwined around my neck and her fine breasts rising so
	I wish her door was bolted fast
	With two locks and a chain and she and
	I inside to lie
	Safe from the wind and rain
	Sun and fire and candlelight
	To all the world belong
	But the moon pale and the midnight
	Let these delight the strong
	Where wild geese fly across the sky
	Her voice is like the air and the midnight dark is in her eyes and the night is on her hair

	zuò cí : Williamson
	Words and music
	RW 1978 As
	I came down by the weary well
	Going there to fill my can
	My fortune there
	I do declare
	She took me by the hand
	The lark gives tongue when summer comes
	Though time cracks every song
	As if newborn and as forlorn
	Twas me that loved her long
	The willow tree, the willow tree
	That Christ cleft for his flocks
	I saw the candles burn in the church and the door of the many locks
	The ocean roared against the shore
	In the dark before the day
	I pulled my coat up round my throat
	And I turned my face away
	My curses on the carpenter
	Who built the doors so strong
	That she and me might parted be and parted be for long
	Before I m old with wandering
	By the high roads and the low
	I ll steal his hammer and his nails
	Till he can build no more
	I wish that
	I were in her bed
	Where I have been before
	Her arms entwined around my neck and her fine breasts rising so
	I wish her door was bolted fast
	With two locks and a chain and she and
	I inside to lie
	Safe from the wind and rain
	Sun and fire and candlelight
	To all the world belong
	But the moon pale and the midnight
	Let these delight the strong
	Where wild geese fly across the sky
	Her voice is like the air and the midnight dark is in her eyes and the night is on her hair

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