And so it goesor so I'm told
Your foolish heart
is good as gold
When what you sow
is all your dreams
They'll sprout up soon
or so it seems
like yesterday
on Granddad's knee
you learned to play
He got to see
to it you'd
do what you'd wanted to do every day
and he knew
You'd got nothing better to do anyway
up in the sky
a birdie sings
He likes to fly
He loves his wings
And while he sings
a horse goes by
with one fine thing
o'er either eye
and close behind
a carriage trails
'I am not blind'
they horsey wails
whinnying
'Do what you wanted to do every day
Anything
They've got nothing better for you anyway
out in the field
your mother sighs
as one more meal
around her dies
and while she cries
the birdie sings
that once you fly
You'll get your wings
And so it goes
or so I'm told
Your foolish heart
is good as gold