Paul Bergmann Life
Friends of old, I think of them
Now and then and when I'm sad
They were good and kind to me
I wish them well, wherev' they be
Lovers I had once before
Think of all we had in store
Dreams of lives together spent
The memories of time well spent
People I have passed in stride
Children I have seen their cry
They will never know my name but
I the same and not to blame
Beers and wine I've drank my spill
Cigarettes and whiskey fill
Hear my words oh when I say
Life is lived but day to day
Sister was a friend to me
And father was a guide to me
Mother was a soul to me
But Luke he was a friend of mine
