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 showEvery 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 headEv'rybody knows, that's the way it goes
Too bad for Gilbert Green
We can tell the world that he was rightSitting in his attic on a sunny day
Mending fifty goblets that are worn
Humming to himself a song of yesteryear
His hearing wasn't good but his eyes were clearEv'rybody knows, that's the way it goes
Too bad for Gilbert Green
We can tell the world that he was rightNow 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 beansEv'rybody knows, that's the way it goes
Too bad for Gilbert Green
Now we can tell the world that he was right
Songwriters
Gibb Barry Alan; Gibb Robin Hugh; Gibb Maurice ErnestPublished by
CROMPTON SONGS;GIBB BROTHERS MUSIC;UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUBLISHING LTD.