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
  Scare crows are all dressed in rags
  Out at the edge of the field I lay
  And all Ive gots a pocket full
  Of flowers on my grave
  Oh but summer is gone
  I remember it best
  Back in the good old world