Jacks Terry - Seasons In The Sun guitar chord

From Espen.Pedersen@nbr.no Thu Aug 17 05:57:05 1995

Received: from grolsch-2.cs.ubc.ca by raven.math.ubc.ca (911016.SGI/1.14)

id AA08580; Thu, 17 Aug 95 05:57:05 -0700

Received: from rosa.nbr.no (rosa.nbr.no [128.39.161.2]) by grolsch.cs.ubc.ca (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id FAA19089 for ; Thu, 17 Aug 1995 05:56:59 -0700

Received: from mailgw.nbr.no by rosa.nbr.no with SMTP id AA07392

(5.67b/IDA-1.4.4 for ); Thu, 17 Aug 1995 15:00:56 +0100

Received: From BENONI/WORKQUEUE by mailgw.nbr.no

via Charon 3.4 with IPX id 100.950817145228.320;

17 Aug 95 15:00:57 +0100

Message-Id:

To: guitar@nevada.edu, dgaudet@cs.ubc.ca

Subject: CHR/LYR:Seasons in the sun by Terry Jacks

Return-Receipt-To: "Espen Pedersen"

Priority: normal

X-Mailer: Pegasus Mail/Windows (v1.22)

Status: RO

Seasons in the sun

F

Good bye to you my thrusted friend, we`ve known each other since we were

Gm

nine or ten; together we climbed hills and trees,

F Gm C7

learned of love A B C; skinned our harts and skinned our

F Gm

knees. Good bye my friend it`s hard to die, when all the birds are singing in the sky

C7 F

now that the spring is in the air

Gm C7 F

pretty girls are ev'`ry where, think of me and I`ll be there

Gm

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun,

C7 F Eb E

but the hills thet we climb were just seasons out of time.

Goodbye papa plees pray for me, I was the blacksheep of the family,'

you tried to teach me right from wrong, too much wine and too much song,

wounder how I got along.

Goodbye papa it`s hard to die, when all the birds are singing in the sky,

now that the spring is in the air,

little children everywere ,

when you see them I'll be there.

We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun,

but the wine and the song like the seasons out of time.

Goodbye Michelle my little one,

you gave me love and helped me find the sun,

and every time that I was down,

you always come around and

get my feet back on the ground,

Goodbye Michelle it's hard to die,

when all the birds are singing in the sky,

now that the spring is in the air,

whit the flowers everywhere,

I wish that we could both be there.

We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun

but the stars we could reach were just starfish on the beach

"Every thing was better in the good old days,

when everybody was in pain"