To All My Good Friends, Goodbye

I'm standing on top

The ninety first story

Watching my life pass me by

It's hard to see the world in its glory

With tears that are burning my eyes

You tried to give reasons

One thousand good reasons

One thousand good reasons I should try

But why

So tell my old lady I'll be seeing her soon

And all of my good friends goodbye

As far as I remember

It was uphill and climbing

No rest for weary feet

I've worked all my lifetime

With sawdust and timber

To widdle her majestys seat

The one thing I loved

I loved my sweetheart

And then she had to go on and die

So tell my old lady I'll be seeing her soon and all of my good friends goodbye

I know that it's selfish I'm sure you all will move on

I've heard that old radio playing

I know it's my song

So if I've lived for something

And if I've lived true

Let him not cast me below

We all have our reasons for pushing on through

My reasons had somewhere to go

I'm weightless suspended

My back feels the rushing

My eyes on the twelve o'clock sky

So tell my old lady I'll be seeing her soon and all of my good friends goodbye