The wind turned hard on me today.
As I gazed upon the deep, blue sea.
The only thing that I guess can cure me is you.
Oh I wish you were here with me.
I miss the days when we played together,
oh that was so much fun.
When I needed a friend,
you were always there for me.
I can never exchange a friend like you,
whose shoulders are free to cry on,
you actually know the words to say
and the songs to sing,
oh the love and care it brings.
She never dared try to compare me with any other friend,
rich or fair.
I guess I’m so lucky
to have a friend like you.
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