Verse
D D
Goodbye to you my trusted friend
Em
We've known each other since we were nine or ten
D
Together we've climbed hills and trees
A7
Learned of love and ABC's
A7 D
Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees
D D
Goodbye my friend it's hard to die
Em
When all the birds are singing in the sky
D
Now that spring is in the air
A7
Pretty girls are everywhere
A7 D
Think of me and I'll be there
D Em
We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun
G A7 D
But the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time
D D
Goodbye papa, please pray for me
Em
I was the black sheep of the family
D
You've tried to teach me right from wrong
Em
Too much wine and too much song
A7 D
Wonder how I got along
D
Goodbye papa it's hard to die
Am
When all the birds are singing in the sky
G
Now that spring is in the air
Am
Little children everywhere
D G
When you see them I'll be there
Chorus
D G Am
We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun
D G
But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone
D G Am
We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun
D G
But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone
D G
Goodbye Michelle my little one
Am
You gave me love and helped me find the sun
G
And every time that I was down
Am
You would always come around
D G
And get my feet back on the ground
D G
Goodbye Michelle it's hard to die
Am
When all the birds are singing in the sky
G
Now that spring is in the air
Am
With the flowers everywhere
D G
I wish that we could both be there
**Chords go up one full step for closing choruses**
E A Bm
We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun
E A
But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone
E A Bm
We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun
E A
But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone
**Optional**
F Bb Cm
We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun
F Bb
But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone
F Bb Cm
We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun
F Bb
But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone
Fade out playing chorus chords
Composição de Jacques Brel / Rod Mckuen