Monday, May 28, 2007

In Memory


My Buddy
(Gus Kahn and Walter Donaldson, 1922)

Life is a book that we study.
Some of its leaves bring a sigh.
There it was written, my Buddy,
That we must part, you and I.

Nights are long since you went away.
I think about you all through the day,
My buddy, my buddy,
Nobody quite so true.

Miss your voice, the touch of your hand
Just long to know that you understand,
My buddy, my buddy,
Your buddy misses you.

Miss your voice, the touch of your hand
Just long to know that you understand,
My buddy, my buddy,
Your buddy misses you.

Buddies through all of the gay days,
Buddies when something went wrong;
I wait alone through all the gray days,
Missing your smile and your song.

Nights are long since you went away.
I think about you all through the day,
My buddy, my buddy,
Nobody quite so true.

Miss your voice, the touch of your hand
Just long to know that you understand,
My buddy, my buddy,
Your buddy misses you.

2 Comments:

Blogger Eugene said...

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5:56 PM  
Blogger doyle said...

Here in the United States it's Memorial Day, Eugene.

A solemn day full of tradition and ceremony to honor all of our fallen military personnel.

You reply to my entry marking this date, is spam that shills a downloadable book.

And THEN you ask me to mention some blog (that you didn't include the URL, to) to help spread its message.

I don't think so. As a matter of fact, I'm deleting your reply.

7:38 PM  

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