The Well

When the well runs dry

And the food runs out

And the words you speak

Are the only things that touch your mouth

Will you be content with the stories told

Of your days of youth to your days of old?

Oh my, oh me

Tonight, my darling, we sing

We'll shout, on high

As we wait for the well to run dry

See, when the well runs dry

On the western plains

And the storm rolls in

Like a hurricane of gray

And the power goes

And you're all alone

Are you satisfied when the well runs dry

Tell me, are you satisfied when the well runs dry?

Oh my, oh me

Tonight, my darling, we sing

We'll shout, on high

As we wait for the well to run dry

Oh my, oh me

Tonight, my darling, we sing

We'll shout, on high

As we wait for the well to run dry

Oh my, oh me

Tonight, my darling, we sing

We'll shout, on high

As we wait for the well to run dry