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-C`s,
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;
We had joy, we had fun,
we had seasons in the sun;
but the hills that we climb
were just seasons out of time.
Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
I was the black sheep of the family;
you tried to teach me right