Sitting down by the fire

staring out through the flames

heart's a slave of desire

inside of the well

mother weeps father's crying

brothers planning the sale

while they try to deny it

Josef dreams in the well

sitting down by the fire

drawn like moth to a flame

heart's a burn of desire

inside of the well

beaten slave will be master

day and night ring the bells

till there's no more but laughter

echoing from the well