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
Misses you