Songs About A Well

We fell in love by the side of the well.
He would draw me
water; then he
would ring my bell.
When we walk home.
He’ll stroke my hair,
I’ll breath his air,
We’ll dream of Rome.
“You’ll always dwell
In the safety of my arms and warm lair.”

But now, there is no safety in his lair,
No place to dwell,
And dream of Rome.
No birds in air,
Nor stroking of hair;
I long for home.
I’ll burn the bell,
And see if he
Ever finds me;
For I’ll sit and wait for him by the well.

LARDO