We could pretend nothing's changed,
But I can't force believe that lie.
The truth was always leaving,
I just couldn't say 'Goodbye.'
As summer came and winter passed
So too now our meetings, alas.
Perhaps better days have seen my eyes,
But with the truth so vivid, clear,
I'd hardly say my best.
So now my dear,
I bid you adieu. Adieu.
Alas, the truth was always leaving
And now I've said 'Goodbye.'
I wish to you the best of everything:
For golden years and bluer skies.
As for me my beloved friend
At last, I say 'Goodbye.'