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 the through the day My buddy, my buddy Nobody 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 sound Miss your voice, the touch of your hand Just long to know that you understand My buddy, my buddy Your buddy misses you