Seasons in the Sun By: BREL JACQUES ROMAIN G MC KUEN ROD 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 the 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 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 every where, when you'll see them, I'll be there. We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun; but the wild and the song, like the season has all 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 birds are singing in the sky; now that the spring is in the air, with the flowers every where I wish that we could both be there.