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