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Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.
We’ve known each other since we’re 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, all have 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 bird are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
With the flowers ev’rywhere.
I whish 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

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Fijn weekend allemaal.

Scharensliep

Er was eens een slijper in Haren
Die kwam langs de deur alle jaren
Je gaf hem een mes
Heel soms zelfs wel zes
En vaak ook nog enkele scharen
 
 
De herrie was niet te geloven
Die hoorde je zelfs 4-hoog boven
‘t Gesnerp en gepiep
Van de scharensliep
Was zelfs nog te horen door doven
 
 
We konden weer knippen en snijden
Het werkte weer prima voor tijden
En stipt na een jaar
Was hij al weer daar
Om ons met zijn sliep te verblijden