Good Old World (Waltz) Lyrics

          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
            And all I've got's a pocket full of flowers from my grave
                    But now summer is gone I remember it best
          Back in the good old world I remember when, she held my hand
  and we walked home alone in the rain how pretty her mouth, how soft her hair
           nothing can be the same and there's a rose upon her breast
             where I long to lay my head and her hair was so yellow
               and the wine was so red Back in the good old world.