Gilbert Green

 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

 
©1967 : Barry Gibb, Robin Gibb & Maurice Gibb
 vom Album 'The Studio Albums 1967-1968'
 
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