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