Absent Friends

作词 : Hannon

作曲 : Neil Hannon

Absent friends, here's to them

And happy days, we thought that they would never end

Here's to absent friends

Little Jean Seberg seemed

So full of life, but in those eyes such troubled dreams

Poor little Jean

Woodbine Willie couldn't rest until he'd

Given every bloke a final smoke before the killing

Old Woodbine Willie

Steve McQueen jumped the first one clean

But the great escape he'd tried to make was not to be

Maybe next time Steve

Laika flew through inky blue

'Til Laika neared the atmosphere and Laika knew

Laika's life was through

Oscar Wilde was a lonely child

He fought and won acceptance from the world

They smiled, they laughed, they praised

They drove poor Oscar to his grave

Absent friends, here's to them

And happy days, we thought that they would never end

But they always end

Raise your glasses then to absent friends