Good Old World

<br>(waltz)<br><br>When I was a boy, the moon was a pearl the sun a yellow gold.<br><br>But when I was a man, the wind blew cold the hills were upside down.<br><br>But now that I have gone from here theres no place Id rather be<br><br>Than to float my chances on the tide back in the good old world.<br><br>On octobers last, Ill fly back home rolling down winding way<br><br>And all Ive gots a pocket full of flowers from my grave<br><br>But now summer is gone I remember it best<br><br>Back in the good old world I remember when, she held my hand<br><br>And we walked home alone in the rain how pretty her mouth, how soft her hair<br><br>Nothing can be the same and theres a rose upon her breast<br><br>Where I long to lay my head and her hair was so yellow<br><br>And the wine was so red back in the good old world.