All right, all right, here we go. Come on, Gary. Goodbye to you, my trusted friend. We've known each other since we were nine or ten. Together we climbed hills and trees. Land of love and ABC. Skin our hearts and skin our knees. Goodbye, my friend, it's hard to die. When all the birds are singing in the sky. Now the spring is in the air. Pretty girls are everywhere. Think of me and I'll be there. We have joy, we have fun. We have seasons in the sun. All that hills that we climb. We're just seasons all the time. Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me. Yeah, Gary. I was a 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 the spring is in the air. Little children everywhere. When you see them, I'll be there. We have joy, we have fun. We have seasons in the sun. But the wine and the songs, like the seasons have all gone. We have joy, we have fun. We have seasons in the sun. But the wine and the songs, like the seasons have all gone. We have joy, we have fun. We have seasons in the sun. All that hills that we climb. We just seasons all the time. We have joy, we have fun. We have seasons in the sun. All that hills that we climb. We just seasons all the time.