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 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 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