I heard it today for the first time in many years.
Goodbye to you my trusted friend
We've known each other since we were nine or ten
Together 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 everywhere
Think of me and I'll be there.
We had joy we had fun
We had season's in the sun
But the hills that we climbed were just seasons
Out of time...
Loved that song.
My bestie and I swore we would have it played at our funerals when we died. We were a little morose. We planned our entire funerals at the age of 14ish. To this day, I know what she wants and where information for her funeral is. She knows mine as well.
Some little girls planned weddings, we thought further ahead. Little weirdos!
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That's because we spent a lot of time running around graveyards.
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