Goodbye. I'm bound away On the morning plane. I'll fly around the world, Then I'll fly around again. And when I've been from Egypt To the snows of Nome, Poor sad baby, that's when I'll be coming home. Rose gardens in the rain And castles in the snow, Post cards from distant places Are poor company I know, But when old gay Paree Is just another town, Poor sad baby, I'll Come home and settle down. When I've felt the friendship Of a thousand hands, When I'm drunk with the music From a thousand bands, A thousand bands, I'll dance the streets by moonlight And the fields by day. Perchance my jeans won't jingle But the mem'ry coins will stay. I'll be a pauper queen, A poorhouse millionaire. Poor sad baby, I'll Bring you home a dream to share
