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 purposе bound
And when all the travelling is donе
I'll know what we made
We make our money and we throw it away