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.