The Silver King

They don't come around anymore They used to call my name and wait outside my door Happy campers and a bunch of hangers-on Those dreadful days are gone, that's right They stopped following me around Creepy greasy crackpots stealing through the grounds When I told them there was nothing to be found I scolded them and frowned, that's why They don't come around anymore All I needed was for them to leave me be Not abandon me completely They don't bother me anymore Do you know it must have been years ago When that penny dropped and suddenly they stopped No, I don't hang about anymore All my heydays are much quieter than before Now I follow them around And they tell me there is nothing to be found Happy phantoms drifting by the windowpane I can hear them call my name In the warm September rain Silver king Take your cane Turn the key Autumn springs / Can you hear Brings the rain / Through the rain Shakes the trees / And the trees Will you sing / I am here Once again / Call my name Try at least / Try at least