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When I was a boy,
the moon was a pearl
the sun a yellow gold.
But 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
I remember it best
Back in the good old...
world.