Jacques Brel
Seasons in the Sun
Goodbye to you, my trusted friend
We've know each other since were nine or ten
Together we've climbed hills and trees
Learned of love and ABC's
Skimmed our hearts and skimmed 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 boys are everywhere
Think of me and I'll be there
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 got 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
Goodbye, Michelle, my precious one
You gave me love and helped me find the sun
Every time that I was down
You would always come around
Get my feet back on the ground
Goodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
With the flowers everywhere
Wish that we could both 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
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
But the stars we could reach were just starfish on the beach