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
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