sometimes when the well is empty i go walking down all the old roads in the life of love and plenty still i feel the orphan call inside of me bring water bring water bring water somethings on fire bring water bring water bring water oh must be my heart i read the letters that she sent me see my photographs remembering the ones i threw away when theres no harbor in my body no respite boats are burning out at sea oh lift me up oh welcome flood river is rising oh lift me up cant take much more carry me past any open door so everyone can see where i go flames are sure to follow bring water