Lyrics Pennies in the Well - The Builders and the Butchers

Pennies in the Well

Old World
All the winters are passing, And the steeple bells ring
Snow is falling on crosses, And the choir girls sing
Im the old man who’s waiting, with his arms at his sides
Will you ever be with me, can I call you my bride
Oh can I call you down call out to us oh from the underground
Or are you tied and bound, by the roots that keep on reaching for your knees
Old world spinning round, given all the maps to rattle down
Old man with your long crown, put all of your pennies in the well
Im the only one waiting, and you won’t have to hide
For Im mostly a good man, but I’ve spent so many winters inside
So don’t be afraid dear, because there’s nothing to fear
I’d take the salt from the ocean, just to know that your near
Oh can I call you down…
Old world… x2