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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 memory coins will stay I'll be a pauper queen, a poorhouse millionaire Poor, sad baby, I'll bring you home a dream to share |