Goodbye to you, my trusted
friend,
we've known each other since we were
nine or ten.
Together we've climbed hills and
trees,
learned of love and A-B-
Cs, skinned our hearts and skinned our
knees. Goodbye my friend, it's hard to
die,
when all the birds are singing
in the sky.
Now that the spring is in the
air,
pretty girls are every-
where,
think of me and I'll be
there. _ We had
joy, we had fun, we had
seasons in the sun, but the
hills that we climbed were just
seasons out of time.