Atkin-James If you find me gone one day And the sad songs left half-done It won't be alone that I've gone away But a long way that I've run I'll be gone with the girl in the gold silk jacket The girl with the pearl-driller's hands If I fly the coop some time And take nothing but a grip With the few good books that really count It's a necessary trip I'll be gone with the girl in the gold silk jacket The girl with the pearl-driller's hands If one day you think me lost I'll be thinking with each kiss That the wrecked man has been found at last I waited too long for this I'll be gone with the girl in the gold silk jacket The girl with the pearl-driller's hands