Lyrics:

(gypsy)(Tom Waits)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 there's no place I'd rather bethan to float my chances on
the tide Back in the good old world.On October's last I'll fly back home rolling down winding way.Scare crows are all dressed
in rags out at the edge of the field I layand all I've got's a pocket full of flowers on my grave.Oh but summer is gone I re
member it bestBack in the good old world.