And so it goes Or so I'm told Your foolish heart Is good as gold When what you sow Is all your dreams They'll sprout up soon Or so it seems Like yesterday On Granddad's knee You learned to play He got to see To it you'd Do what you'd wanted to do every day And he knew You'd got nothing better to do anyway Up in the sky A birdie sings He likes to fly He loves his wings And while he sings A horse goes by With one fine thing O'er either eye And close behind A carriage trails 'I am not blind' They horsey wails Whinnying 'Do what you wanted to do every day Anything They've got nothing better for you anyway Out in the field Your mother sighs As one more meal Around her dies And while she cries The birdie sings That once you fly You'll get your wings And so it goes Or so I'm told Your foolish heart Is good as gold