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 the through the day

My buddy, my buddy

Nobody 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 thorough all of the gay days

Buddies when something went wrong

I wait alone through the gray days

Missing your smile and your sound



Miss your voice, the touch of your hand

Just long to know that you understand

My buddy, my buddy

Your buddy misses you