作词 :
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
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