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