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 And 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 All our lives,