there is a lady in the town
who brought a rope and let it down
she never seems to go away
if you draw near, you'll hear her say:
"maybe he will climb out some day"
the boy who tumbled down the well
composed a song before he fell
that echoes up the walls of stone
in words so shrill they chill the bone:
"maybe now I'll be left alone"
Created: Apr 26, 2010Audio Media