Well
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Late afternoon when the sun was unraveling Walking the trail to the end of the gravel And into the well when a lucky old silver coin Tumbling down in the dark I was fading And leaning so far and so quietly waiting A wish that was made at the bottom of the well What happened then is so hard to recall But as quick as the snap of a whip I was falling And tumbling following after my silver coin Silence as day turned into the night Could I go back? How I wish that I might I was the boy in the bottom of the well Parents were weeping and frantically searching "He'd always been wandering, looking for something One moment he's here and the next he is surely gone But he didn't return for a day and a night We all knew that something just couldn't be right A voice on the phone said he'd fallen in the well" I woke from a sleep with the firemen screaming And lowering down all the things I was needing A basket, a Bible, a blanket and a bell And dozens of voices yelling in unison Loudly and echoey, hazy and boomy Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on... I'd always been dreaming of places and scenes Fireflies only like what you see The rhythm of crickets and toads the only sound But soon I'll be leaving and now I'm believing In wishes and wells and a way to get back To the sacred place that I stumbled on and found Late afternoon when the sun was unraveling Walking the trail to the end of the gravel And into the well when a lucky old silver coin Tumbling down in the dark it was fading And leaning so far and so quietly waiting A wish that was made at the bottom of the well | |||||||||||