“Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me rightfrom wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
wonder how I getalong.
Goodbye, Papa, it’s hard to die
when all the birds are singing inthe sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Little children everywhere”...
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Terry Jacks...Seasons in the Sun. (I used to be a radio DJ)