Oh, gosh, aren't computers wonderful? Look what I just found in a folder marked 'Midnight Well lyrics':

The Wheel of Fortune

Says he loves me, jack farmer,
crying in the rain:
in his life never had a love
that brought him so much pain.
Says it makes him turn away
from all he's done before; now he's
counting time, slipping through his fingers
like dimes in a telephone.
I don't know too much about sorrow,
even less his pain,
but if he asks for me tomorrow,
I'll tell him just the same:
he's lost all control on the wheel of fortune,
he's playing with his soul, his heart and life.
He's looking down a hole of deep proportions:
where he can't go is Paradise.

Twenty years, jack farmer told me,
trying to make his way
and find out why everybody else
seems to have their precious days.
Worked against his will, he said,
to keep his heart at home;
now he's upside down, turned around,
and he can't leave me alone.
Says to me he won't be lonely,
he'll just make an end,
but he's so wrong that I can only
say the same again:
he's lost all control on the wheel of fortune,
he's playing with his soul, his heart and life.
He's looking down a hole of deep proportions:
where he can't go is Paradise.

Stop and think, jack farmer begged me,
about his gold and grain:
he's worked so hard and honestly,
his soul don't have a stain.
But what I am is mine alone,
I'm young and feeling free,
I won't be owned or bought or loaned,
and that's what he can't see.
So – what to do, in his confusion?
He says he needs no friend,
but a friend I'll be when I refuse him,
and send him home again.
He's lost all control on the wheel of fortune,
he's playing with his soul, his heart and life.
He's looking down a hole of deep proportions:
where he can't go is Paradise.

--One of Midnight Well's first gigs, for sure the first-ever gig reviewed by the venerable Irish Times music critic George Hodnett, was a regular 'Blues Night' at the Focus theatre in 1976. After asserting that he didn't think MW had much to do with the blues (which we of course didn't) he said nice things about us, even alluding to this song: he said something like, '... in their own McGonagalesque phrase, Midnight Well is a band of deep proportions ...'

I loved Hoddie for listening to my lyrics. Never mind saying nice things on top of it!

Thom