By Townes Van Zandt



You Live On Your Hill So High And So Lonely

You Toss Out Your Bread Crumbs To Those Down Below

They Think You're A King But Believe Me It's Only

Because They're Too Blind To Know



There Once Was A Time When Your Money Had Meaning

You Diamonds Had Glitter But Now It's All Gone

It Poisoned Your Laughter And Muffled Your Singing

You Can't Even See That It's Wrong



Your Castle Is Dingy And Dirty And Dismal

Your Carpets Are Faded, Your Walls Are All Grey

There's Dust On Your Silver And Cracks In Your Crystal

All Your Young Servants Have Drifted Away



So Go Back To Your Sadness, Go Back To Your Sorrow

And I'll Make My Bed On A Hill 'neath The Sky

And Lay Here A-listening 'till The Sun Comes Tomorrow

Counting The Tears That You Cry



Your Castle Is Dingy And Dirty And Dismal

Your Carpets Are Faded, Your Walls Are All Grey

There's Dust On Your Silver And Cracks In Your Crystal

All Your Young Servants Have Drifted Away