text: 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
  Theres no place Id rather be
  Than to float my chances on the tide
  Back in the good old world
  On Octobers last
  Ill fly back home
  Rolling down winding way
  And all Ive gots a pocket full
  Of flowers on 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 theres 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