Lost All My Money (Ruskin Bond)

I've lost all my money,
And I'm on my way home,
Home to the hills and a field full of rocks.
Nothing in the city but a sickness of the soul,
Nothing to earn but sorrow...
I've lost all my money
And I'm on my way home,
With nothing to buy my way home...
I've lost all my money
And I can't bribe the guard,
So help me, O Lord,
On my way home...