Drawing water from the well Spilling over on the grass. Walking homeward my mind is filled with pain, Woe is me. Go your own way, my love, Go your way, my love.
And as I wander through the trees Picking up the windy leaves, Looking where you may be sleeping now, I wanna die. Go your own way, my love, Go your way, my love.
As I sit mending your clothes That you will never ever wear, Looking daily for you I do prepare But woe is me. Go your own way, my love, Go your way, my love.
Is there walking some far land And have you gone to lend your hand, And do you lie broken and dying now I wanna die. Go your own way, my love, Go your way, my love.
Drawing water from the well Spilling over on the grass. Oh woe. Go your own way, my love, Go your way, my love.