Sing a happy song
’Cause spring does not last long:
A flower blooms and then it’s gone.
Summer follows fast,
Make hay while it lasts.
Don’t ever dwell upon the past

For one day you are here,
And the next you are gone.
Every horse has its year
And every dog its day, my son.

So the only thing to feel sad about is
All the dogs and the horses you’ll have to outlive.
They’ll be with you when you say good-bye.

Then the fall from grace,
The lines upon your face
Grow deeper almost every… days
And weeks roll by
And winter nights draw nigh
And everything that lives must die

For one day you are here,
And the next you are gone.
Every horse has its year
And every dog its day, my son.

So the only thing to feel sad about is
All the dogs and the horses you’ll have to outlive.
They’ll be with you when you say good-bye.
Goodbye!

But as the curtains close and the last prayers are said,
All my dogs and my horses appear round my bed,
They have come to say one last
Goodbye.
Goodbye.