Stephen Graham My Buddy
Nights are long since you went away,
I think about you all through the day,
My buddy, my buddy, no buddy quite so true.
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.
Buddies through all the gay days,
Buddies when something went wrong;
I wait alone through the gray days,
Missing your smile and your song.
Miss your voice, the touch of your hand,
Just long to know that you understand,
My buddy, my buddy, your buddy misses you
Goodnight
