Oh God that I could cry again
O God that I could cry -
The light is dim, my soul is dead
my love, he will not turn his head
the sweet wet wells are dry
O God that I could cry again
O God that I could cry
The very earth is caving in
dry and bare like the dust of sin
the soft wet wells are dry
O God that I could cry again
Break these shackles, weep and cry.
My tongue is caked,
My mind seems baked
Dry and hard my sigh.
Cry again - o weep and sigh
for the lost cause and the once blue sky
Desolation stems my words
all is bitter - salted curds
for yet the wells are dry.