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A boy is trapped in his grandma’s well

How it happened no one will say

While the women and men do the best that they can

A boy’s life is slipping away


A bright boy, a polite boy

Head lifeguard at the pool

Started halfback as a sophomore

An honor roll student in school


For him now the voices are dots

For him now there’s hardly a doubt

In his long muddy cell on a ridge in a well

He’s afraid he’ll never get out


He’d been walking that night in the fields alone

Under dark deep summer skies

The kind of night that dazzles the sight

Puts a glint in a young man’s eye


His grandma had seen him, he’d heard her shout

He’s getting weaker and weaker

Each time he moves the ground slips out

He slides down a little deeper


BOY IN A WELL

Natasha Miller, vocal  Scott Warner, piano

If the well wasn’t dry, if the rope hadn’t broke

If he’d gone to town with his friends

Mother earth fills his nose and his throat

A dizziness circles his head


While the townspeople gather and clamor above

He keeps thinking ‘bout that snake

That summers ago had slid out of the well

That he’d killed with his grandma’s rake


For him now the voices are dots

For him now there is no doubt

In his long muddy cell on a ridge in a well

He knows he’ll never get out


If I could believe in all that Desire

Makes me do- then I’d tell

What caused a boy one dark summer’s night

To climb down in his grandma’s well


What caused my son one dark summer’s night

To climb down in his grandma’s well



© 2010 by Bruce Gelfand and Scott Warner