The Well of Black Water
Dark Folk Ballad / Gothic Country Duet. Features acoustic guitar, simple percussion, and mournful violin. The narrative relies on the contrast between the two vocalists.
T̷H̷E̷ S̷O̷A̷R̷I̷N̷G̷ T̷E̷N̷O̷R̷·4:19
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The Well of Black Water
Dark Folk Ballad / Gothic Country Duet. Features acoustic guitar, simple percussion, and mournful violin. The narrative relies on the contrast between the two vocalists.
Creator: T̷H̷E̷ S̷O̷A̷R̷I̷N̷G̷ T̷E̷N̷O̷R̷Release Date: December 7, 2025
Lyrics
[Verse 1 ]
"Where do you wander, sir, at this late hour?
Leaving prints of mud on my clean stone floor.
Your clothes are torn and your face is grim,
Did you lose your way, following a whim?"
"I sought a true love, mistress, I sought the claim,
A fire to warm me from the winter rain."
[Chorus]
"Oh, tell me what you found beneath the green hill,
What treasure you gained, and what dark vow you fulfill.
You came here seeking what you thought was gold,
But the story you tell is weary and cold.
Go back to the meadow, and leave this place alone,
Or sleep forever beneath the hard, gray stone."
[Verse 2]
"I have a deep cellar, where the wine runs free,
And a warm place waiting just for you and me.
Why spend your evening in this state of distress,
When you could find comfort in a clean, soft dress?"
"I thank you kindly for the comfort you show,
But where I am going, no fine wine can flow."
[Chorus]
"Oh, tell me what you found beneath the green hill,
What treasure you gained, and what dark vow you fulfill.
You came here seeking what you thought was gold,
But the story you tell is weary and cold.
Go back to the meadow, and leave this place alone,
Or sleep forever beneath the hard, gray stone.
[Verse 3 ]
I saw her down by the well of black water,
She was crying out for a true, loving partner.
I swore that no other man would take my prize,
Now her secret sleeps beneath the cold, wet skies.
The truth is hidden where the earth is most black,
And there is no going, my dear sir, no turning back.
[Outro]
No turning back...
back to the well...
"Where do you wander, sir, at this late hour?
Leaving prints of mud on my clean stone floor.
Your clothes are torn and your face is grim,
Did you lose your way, following a whim?"
"I sought a true love, mistress, I sought the claim,
A fire to warm me from the winter rain."
[Chorus]
"Oh, tell me what you found beneath the green hill,
What treasure you gained, and what dark vow you fulfill.
You came here seeking what you thought was gold,
But the story you tell is weary and cold.
Go back to the meadow, and leave this place alone,
Or sleep forever beneath the hard, gray stone."
[Verse 2]
"I have a deep cellar, where the wine runs free,
And a warm place waiting just for you and me.
Why spend your evening in this state of distress,
When you could find comfort in a clean, soft dress?"
"I thank you kindly for the comfort you show,
But where I am going, no fine wine can flow."
[Chorus]
"Oh, tell me what you found beneath the green hill,
What treasure you gained, and what dark vow you fulfill.
You came here seeking what you thought was gold,
But the story you tell is weary and cold.
Go back to the meadow, and leave this place alone,
Or sleep forever beneath the hard, gray stone.
[Verse 3 ]
I saw her down by the well of black water,
She was crying out for a true, loving partner.
I swore that no other man would take my prize,
Now her secret sleeps beneath the cold, wet skies.
The truth is hidden where the earth is most black,
And there is no going, my dear sir, no turning back.
[Outro]
No turning back...
back to the well...