Nirvana Seasons In The Sun

Goodbye my friend, it s hard to die When all the birds are singing in the sky And all the flowers are everywhere Pretty girls are everywhere Think of me and I ll be Goodbye, papa, please pray for me I was the black sheep of the family I don t know all these words I have bought three turds With my BBgun I would kill birds We had joy, we had fun, We had seasons in the sun But the hills that we climbed Were just seasons out of time