Back in the Good Old World (Gypsy)
When I was a boy, the moon was pearl the sun a yellow gold
When I was a man, the wind blew cold the hills were upside down
But now that I have gone from here there's no place I'd rather be
Than to float my chances on the tide Back in the good old world
On October's last I'll fly back home rolling down winding way
Scare crows are all dressed in rags out at the edge of the field I lay
And all I've got's a pocket full of flowers on my grave
Oh but summer is gone I remember it best
Back in the good old world
And all I've got's a pocket full of flowers on my grave
Oh but summer is gone and I remember it best
Back in the good old world
Autor(es): KATHLEEN BRENNAN, THOMAS ALAN WAITS
