1 When you come to London Town, (Grieving—grieving!) Bring your flowers and lay them down At the place of grieving. 2 When you come to London Town, (Grieving—grieving!) Bow your head and mourn your own, With the others grieving. 3 For those minutes, let it wake (Grieving—grieving!) All the empty-heart and ache That is not cured by grieving. 4 For those minutes, tell no lie: (Grieving—grieving!) “Grave, this is thy victory; And the sting of death is grieving.” 5 Where’s our help, from Earth or Heaven. (Grieving—grieving!) To comfort us for what we’ve given, And only gained the grieving? 6 Heaven’s too far and Earth too near, (Grieving—grieving!) But our neighbour’s standing here, Grieving as we’re grieving. 7 What’s his burden every day? (Grieving—grieving!) Nothing man can count or weigh, But loss and love’s own grieving. 8 What is the tie betwixt us two (Grieving—grieving!) That must last our whole lives through? “As I suffer, so do you.” That may ease the grieving.
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