Seasons In The Sun - Black Box Recorder

Lyrics by：Rod McKuen/Jacques Romain G Brel

Composed by：Rod McKuen/Jacques Romain G Brel

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