It seemed we were saying farewell to all things of our past, not just human friends or acquaintances. It also seemed I was prophesying a parting in the future but which would come to an end, never to happen again.
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Good-bye, my friends, it’s time to go;
It’s been so good to share with you.
We’ve shared our joys, we’ve shared our sorrows;
Praise be to God, we have tomorrows.
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There’ll come a day when there’s no parting;
We’ll be together and with the Lord…
We must go on to higher places,
To better things, to wider spaces.
We mustn’t stop and turn around
For our reward to come is bound.
CHORUS
Good-bye my friends, it’s time to go;
It’s been so good to share with you.
Bernalillo, NM; January 18, 1984
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