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