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 (or "no buddy") 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.



Buddies through all of the gay days.

Buddies when something went wrong.

I wait alone through 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 (or "no buddy")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.