Texty: Andrew Oxspring. Other. Goodbye My Friend.

Another summertime has come,
Those endless days just filled with fun,
And yet this summertime will be,
A little different for me,
Though many brightly shining lights are beckoning,
Right here right will always be special to me.
And so its,

Goodbye my friend,
Its not the end,
How could it be when we've got,
Such memories to set us free,
When we find being grown up isn't all that its cracked up to be.

Here's were i learned to use a pen,
And count in multiples of ten,
Here's where i learned of foreign lands,
And how to swim without arm bands,
Though opportunity is knocking at my door,
Right here right now is what really matter to me.
And so its,

Good bye my friend its not the end,
How could it be when we've got,
Such memories to set us free,
When we find being grown up isn't all that it's cracked up to be.

And who knows when we're old and grey,
We'll raise a glass to yesterday,
We'll talk of characters long gone,
And wonder how their getting on,
And I hope that our paths will cross again some day,
'Cause right here right now will always be precious to me.
And so it's,

Goodbye my friend its not the end,
How could it be when we've got,
Such memories to set us free,
When we find being grown up isn't all that its cracked up to be.
Goodbye my friend its not the end,
How could it be when we've got,
Such memories to set us free,
When we find being grown up isn't all that its cracked up to be.

(Thanks to liv for these lyrics)