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 through the day,  My buddy, my buddy,  Nobody (or "no buddy") 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 through all of the gay days.  Buddies when something went wrong.  I wait alone through the gray days,  missing your smile and your song...    Nights are long since you went away.  I think about you all through the day  My buddy, my buddy,  Nobody (or "no buddy")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.