Where is the well where he once filled my cup?
Where does this sorrow all turn into joy?
And where, oh, where is the sleepy eyed boy?
verse 2
Is he out in the wild, is he there all alone?
Have I cast him aside like an unwanted toy?
Tell me where, oh, where is my sleepy eyed boy?
verse 3
He?s waiting for a postcard in the warm coast of Spain
Postmarked from a sweetheart back in old Illinois
Saying, where, oh, where is my sleepy eyed boy?
verse 4
Where are the boot straps, to lift myself up?
Where is the well where I once filled my cup?
Where does this sorrow all turn into joy?
And where, oh, where is my sleepy eyed boy?