Sitting down by the fire
staring out through the flames
heart`s a slave of desire
inside of the well
mother weeps father`s crying
brothers planning the sale
while they try to deny it
Josef dreams in the well
sitting down by the fire
drawn like moth to a flame
heart`s a burn of desire
inside of the well
beaten slave will be master
day and night ring the bells
till there`s no more but laughter
echoing from the well
