Sing a happy song 'cause Spring does not last long

A flower blooms and then it's gone

Summer follows fast, make hay while it lasts

Don't ever dwell upon the past


For one day you are here, and the next you are gone

Every horse has its year and every dog its day, my son

So the only thing to feel sad about is

all the dogs and the horses you'll have to outlive

They'll be with you when you say good-bye


Then the fall from grace

The lines upon your face grow deeper almost every day

Days and weeks roll by and Winter nights draw nigh

and everything that lives must die


But as the curtains close and the last prayers are said

all my dogs and my horses appear round my bed

They have come to say one last goodbye

Goodbye…