Wow, who knew?

[chaska]

I've never really listened to this song before, let alone read the lyrics.

Goodbye to you, my trusted friend
We've known each other since we were nine or ten
Together we climbed hills and 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
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 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 got along

Goodbye Papa, it's hard to die
When all the bird's 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 have all gone

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song, like the seasons, have all gone

Goodbye Michelle, my little one
You gave me love and helped me find the sun
And every time when 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 everywhere
I wish 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 starfish on the beach

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
But the stars we could reach were just starfish on the beach

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song, like the seasons, have all gone

All our lives we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time

[ironflange]

1. Thanks for the earworm

:mad:

[ironflange]

2. Earworm. . . still there. . .

Please. . . have mercy. . . kill me. . .