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.
On octobers last Ill fly back home rolling down winding way.
And all Ive gots a pocket full of flowers on my grave.
Back in the good old world.
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