SEASONS IN THE SUN
English words: Rod McKuen, 1964
French words & music by Jacques Brel, titled "Le Moribund"

Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.
We've known each other since we were nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills or 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.
When you see them 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 get along.

Goodbye, Papa, it's hard to die
When all the birds 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.

Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.
You gave me love and helped me find the sun.
And every time that 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 ev'rywhere.
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.

Editorial comment: My ex loved Rod McKuen. I didn't. Still don't.
-Joe Offer-