sábado, 6 de febrero de 2010

Seasons in the sun

Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.

We’ve known each other since we’re nine or ten.

Together we climbed hills or trees.

Learned of love and ABC’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 the spring is in the air.

Pretty girls are everywhere.

When you see them 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.

Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,

I was the black sheep of the family.

You tried to teach me right from wrong.

Too much wine and too much song,

wonder how I get along.

Goodbye, Papa, it’s hard to die

when all the birds are singing in the sky,

Now that the spring is in the air.

Little children everywhere.

When you see them I’ll be there.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.

But the wine and the song,

like the seasons, all have gone.

Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.

You gave me love and helped me find the sun.

And every time that I was down

you would always come around

and get my feet back on the ground.

Goodbye, Michelle, it’s hard to die

when all the bird are singing in the sky,

Now that the spring is in the air.

With the flowers ev’rywhere.

I whish that we could both be there.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.

But the stars we could reach

were just starfishs on the beach


 


 


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