每日一歌 Season in the sun

Penguinchen

Is there someone who can help to attach this song? Thanks a lot!

+ B3 F$ {0 L  J# D! L8 UYears before when I first heard of it, I love it until now. And it is a good surprise that Paris Spring, the marriage photographer, made this song as the background musik of my DVD. Well, the content with saying "Bye bye" doesn't really fit for marriage photos, but it tells me to cherish.

Here it the text:

" E- T4 F3 a; D$ k" B8 e1 x( g  n) ?SEASONS IN THE SUN

* d" U' W1 N+ n; B. s. ZGoodbye to you, my trusted friend,
: J+ K3 z  H& }. K" _& ^8 twe've known each other since we were nine or ten;
& l+ }$ o* _5 otogether we've climbed hills and trees,
learned of love and A-B-C`s,
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
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Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die,
$ I2 K" K2 h0 O8 ]when all the birds are singing in the sky;
, H! `2 M, \; `) ~; }% Q) S  ~now that the spring is in the air,
pretty girls are every where;
think of me and I'll be there.

: u  }, b' g& Z. S, w8 |We had joy, we had fun,
- Y: T9 I- S0 T% K7 F( Zwe had seasons in the sun;
but the hills that we climb
9 z; s1 ^1 C) k- z# \were just seasons out of time.
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' A1 E8 r: H  b  ^: aGoodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
( m& ?$ f) @# v  N' VI 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 got 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,
3 p! S) x5 l+ ]7 \. F% m6 B" Glittle children every where,
1 X/ Z/ U2 a% J! Swhen you'll see them, I'll be there.

We had joy, we had fun,
we had seasons in the sun;
# F  _/ ?  e0 I) tbut the wild and the song,
like the seasons have all gone
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8 v: j# m% ~* E9 \* ?7 s! uChorus:
Goodbye, Michelle, my little one,
6 V$ q" o2 Y6 `  p/ e6 tyou 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.

& P3 @7 H$ \; g2 PGoodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die,
1 C% Y! Y4 q' ~; Z# u+ l' S  W* Cwhen all the birds are singing in the sky;
/ i, Z. f' S* |  K/ j: c3 b+ ^now that the spring is in the air,
with the flowers every where
I wish that we could both be there.

We had joy, we had fun,
we had seasons in the sun;
but the hills that we climb
3 v5 U7 @) J2 F' S6 O- P: uwere just seasons out of time.
* ?6 W0 w- L7 a# M, i- a# d1 }
* D  U* U3 T5 N) PWe had joy, we had fun,
we had seasons in the sun;
but the wild and the song,
like the seasons have all gone

/ Z% U/ A; q( e* d+ J% J" `All our lives we had fun,
we had seasons in the sun;
But the stars we could reach
& x/ l2 b3 F- V& Jwere just starfish on the beach.