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,
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 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 climb
were just seasons out of time.
Goodbye, Papa, please pray for m