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