Story Behind The Song

The story is the song. Feel free to include yourself in it.

Song Description

A reality based parable wrapped in a Hymn.

Lyrics

A Drink From The Well

I remember the day it was made
How he called from the shed where he worked in the shade
"Boy, that grass needs mowing"
How I hated that grass it just kept growing

Sooner started; sooner done
It was always the same; first the chores then the fun
So the blades kept turning
Sun and sweat and soon my throat was burning

There over the well a new tin cup hung there waiting
The summer was coming on, that cup wasn't dry for long
"Don't drink from the well unless you put it back"

Spent a lifetime building this place
I can still hear that voice; I can still see that face
Old, rough, and slow
Thorn sharp on the edge, inside a rose

There over the well that old tin cup hangs there waiting
The summer has has come and gone that cup has been dry too long
I drink from the well and then I put it back

I drink from the well then I put it back
Yea, I put it back
The summer (summer) has come; is coming on