Face Down in the Well - Strawbs

The countryside was out of sight

The sky was acid blue

The saplings were beside themselves

The storm had passed on through

The trees were wearing racing silks

A vibrant grass-snake green

With maidens clutching violets

In many shades between

But somewhere in the distance

I could hear the tolling bell

I saw myself reflecting back

Face down in the well

The tolling bell reminded me

Of someone I had lost

I could not quite remember who

Or what had been the cost

Naked from the waist up

Naked upside down

No matter how you break your fall

You sure as hell will drown

The hounds from hell were howling

For the many wasted years

While every sin was washed away

With semi-precious tears

Some said it was suicide

Others first degree

No matter what the paradox

Was somehow lost on me

The courage of a patient man

Is measured in his pace

While some may take the higher ground

Others run the race

Some folks do the dandy strut

And trade as ne’er do well

But I have always please myself

Somewhere in the distance

I could hear the rebel yell

I saw myself reflecting back

Face down in the well