On a hill , inside a house in Covewell Reach , 
stands a man who`s feeling very tired 
Looking at a song he wrote some time ago 
Could have made it big inside a Broadway show 
Every day I go away and find ideas 
Think, I`ll climb on top of somewhere high 
Couldn`t I write a song about a man who`s dead 
Didn`t really know if he was off his head 

Ev`rybody knows , that`s the way it goes 
Too bad for Gilbert Green 
We can tell the world that he was right 

Sitting in his attic on a sunny day 
Mending 50 goblets that are worn 
Humming to himself a song of yesteryear 
His hearing wasn`t good but his eyes were clear 

Ev`rybody knows, that`s the way it goes 
Too bad for Gilbert Green 
We can tell the world that he was right 

Now the house is burnt along with Gilbert Green 
Sad to see his sisters stand and cry 
And in the basement lies a song that wasn`t seen 
Tells the tale of laughing men and yellow beans 

Ev`rybody knows, that`s the way it goes 
Too bad for Gilbert Green 
Now we can tell the world that he was right