When I was a young man I found an old dream,. Was as battered and worn a one as you have ever seen.. But I made it some new wings and painted the nose,.
Me and my good partners we were riding back to our camp. We were feeling very fine air was clear and slightly damp. We were riding back to have ourselves a party.
(I keep falling over). My overcoat is hung and I'm too far gone to see. When the last drinks bell is rung you can carry me. Carry me. Carry me, push me through the door.
When I was a young man I found an old dream. Was as battered and worn a one as you have ever seen. But I made it some new wings and I painted a nose. And I wished so hard up in the air I rose, singing.