They take my time without a question   And fill my days with all their emptiness   And in their drawing rooms   They beg my sympathy   But if I weep to solve their silent misery   They save my tears to sell for silver      Their neighbours trespass on my highway   And feed my lambs on every pavement corner   And with their grief inside   They're hiding from the rain   But if my sun should shine too loudly on their woe   They catch it's beam to sell for gold      They have me captured in their city   In every living room my dust has laid me low   And well I know   The brown earth will be my best friend   And when I'm gone they'll find another way to mend   They'll sell my silver song for tears