By Weary Well (Williamson Robin)

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