The Ones That I Love

We make our money, through sorrow we sing

The ones that I love don’t own a thing

And when it’s all over by far and away

We make our money and throw it away

From the fields when I’m hungry, from the well when I’m dry

Light the fire when I’m lonely, give me truth when I die

And strong hands to build it from the ground and give it away

To the ones that I love at the end of the day

We join and we scatter, we hold what we've found

With every story a purpose bound

And when all the traveling is done, I'll know what we made

We make our money and we throw it away