Waits Tom - "Back In The Good Old World (Gypsy)" lyrics

When I was a boy, the moon was a pearl the sun a yellow gold. On October's last I'll fly back home rolling down winding way. But now that I have gone from here there's no place I'd rather be But when I was a man, the wind blew cold the hills were upside down. Back in the good old world. Scare crows are all dressed in rags out at the edge of the field I lay Oh but summer is gone I remember it best than to float my chances on the tide Back in the good old world. and all I've got's a pocket full of flowers on my grave.