I loved you well

I loved you well
I loved you well, you know
We sang of the same wines
We sang of the same women
We sang of the same sorrows

It’s hard in the Spring, you know
But I’m go to the flowers with peace in my soul
Because you are good as fresh bread

I want all to laugh
I want all to dance
I want all to party like mad

I want all to laugh
I want all  to dance

Father, I loved you well

Father, I loved you well, you know
We weren’t on the same side
We weren’t on the same path
But we were searching for the same port
It’s hard in the Spring, you know
But I go to the flowers with peace in my soul

I didn’t like you at all
I didn’t like you at all, you know
It is killing me
While you are living so well
And even stronger in your tedium
Goodbye,
It’s hard in the Spring, you know
But I go to the flowers with peace in my soul

I loved you
I loved you well, you know
But I’m catching the train
I’m taking that train before you
But we all take that train when we have to
It’s hard in the Spring, you know
But I go to the flowers eyes closed,
As I often closed them before

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Based on Le Moribond by Jacques Brel - The pissed Frenchman