Seasons in the sun
This sounds right!!
Good bye to you my thrusted friend, we`ve known each other since we were
nine or ten; together we climbed hills and trees,
learned of love A B C; skinned our harts and skinned our knees.
Good bye 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 ev `ry where, think of me and I`ll be there
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun,
but the hills thet we climb were just seasons out of time.
