| I care | |
| You don't | |
| I love | |
| But you won't | |
| And you scream | |
| You run wild | |
| You make me dream | |
| Down by the streams like a child | |
| And you live | |
| You run free | |
| You won't | |
| Bow down to me | |
| And if I me don't | |
| Treat you right | |
| You make me | |
| Wilt like a flower in the night | |
| You can make my father alive | |
| You can make my sister try | |
| You can make my spirit try | |
| Me to death or life | |
| You may make my brother cry | |
| And you may make my mother sigh | |
| You may make my well run dry | |
| But you cannot make the stars leave the night | |
| Because they shine | |
| And you can't | |
| They remain divine | |
| And you're tainted by man | |
| They gave me light | |
| When I need it most | |
| When you've left me dry | |
| On my own in the dark by the coast | |
| You can make my father alive | |
| And you can make my sister try | |
| You can make my spirit try | |
| Me to death or to life | |
| You may make my brother cry | |
| And you may make my mother sigh | |
| You may make my well run dry | |
| Oh, but you cannot make divinity lie | |
| Oh you can take my wells | |
| And make them run dry | |
| And that's alright, s'alright | |
| You can take my wells | |
| And make them run dry | |
| And that's alright |