A dual male, my trusted friend
since we were nine or ten
Together we climbed hills and trees
Bruised our hearts and bruised our knees
We learned of love in ABC
A dew, a mill, it's hard to die
With all the birds singing in the sky
Now that spring is in the air
Pretty girls are everywhere
Think of me and I'll be there
we had seasons in the sun
But the stars we could reach
were just starfish on the beach
Adieu Papa, please pray for me
I was a black sheep of the family
You tried to teach me right from wrong,
Too much wine and too much song,
I wonder how I got along,
Adieu papa, it's hard to dine,
With all the birds singing in the sky,
Now that spring is in the air,
Little children everywhere,
think of me and I'll be there
we had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the sun,
like the seasons, have all gone
Adieu Francois, my trusted wife
but then I forgave you in the end
Though your lover was my friend
But you, Francois, it's hard to die
With all the birds singing in the sky
Now that spring is in the air
You and your lovers everywhere
Just be careful, I'll be there
We had seasons in the sun
But the hills we could climb
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