My Buddy
Irving Berlin, Walter Donaldson, Gus Kahn
Life is a book that we study
Some of its leaves bring a sigh
There it was written, by my buddy
That we must part, you and I
Nights are long since you went away
I think about you all through the day
My buddy, my buddy
Nobody quite so true
I miss your voice, the touch of your hand
I long to know that you understand
My buddy, my buddy
Your buddy misses you
Your buddy misses you
I miss your voice, the touch of your hand
I long to know that you understand
My buddy, my buddy
Your buddy misses you, my buddy