“SEASONS IN THE SUN”

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This song became a hit single in 1974, several decades ago (four to be exact).  It is very melancholic and I could not but hum it whenever someone close departs from life.  Take note of the lyrics:

Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.
We’ve known each other since we were nine or ten.
Together we’ve climbed hills and trees.
Learned of love and ABC’s,
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.

Goodbye my friend, it’s hard to die,
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Pretty girls are everywhere.
Think of me and I’ll be there.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.

Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
wonder how I got along.

Goodbye, Papa, it’s hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Little children everywhere.
When you see them I’ll be there.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the wine and the song,
like the seasons, have all gone.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the wine and the song,
like the seasons, have all gone.

Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.
You gave me love and helped me find the sun.
And every time that I was down
you would always come around
and get my feet back on the ground.

Goodbye, Michelle, it’s hard to die
when all the bird are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
With the flowers ev’rywhere.
I wish that we could both be there.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the stars we could reach
were just starfish on the beach

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the stars we could reach
were just starfish on the beach

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun,
But the wine and the song,
like the seasons, have all gone.

All our lives we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed
Were just seasons out of time….

source: http://www.lyricsondemand.com/onehitwonders/seasonsinthesunlyrics.html

 The song “Seasons in the Sun” was not the original title.  It was “Le Moribond” and sang by a Belgian singer-songwriter Jacques Brel.  Even the lyrics were a bit different from the version which Canadian singer Terry Jacks performed for Westlife.  The song, the recent rephrased version, was sold for 10 Million copies worldwide.

The popular version is a dying protagonist’s farewell to friends and relatives.

If the present generation has not heard of the music, they would surely appreciate it once it is played.  The listener, no matter how young would be transfixed.   The melody will definitely stick.  And if the person should take time to listen to the lyrics, it could even evoke a certain degree of emotion.

For it is a truism that a person no matter how strong, how powerful, how great would someday reach a stage when he has no more choice but bid the world good bye.  This music will definitely serve as his backdrop.

I never heard this musical score sung on radio then but it was an anthem repeatedly played when a friend sometime ago was to be buried.  Accordingly, he requested beforehand his elder brother to sing the piece for him.  He sang it also during his younger brother’s internment.  I was then a restless juvenile in search for adventures, the dangerous and threatening kind.  But on that occasion I was mesmerized by the melody and the lyrics.   It struck me for a while.  It pushed my maturity ahead of my age.   I realized that death, although a common occurrence was something to be reckoned.  Death claims anyone on its path regardless of station, age, vision, principle and belief.  It may be unwelcome, but it is a certainty one cannot evade.

My mother passed away in 1989.  Myfather in 2008.  My only sister in 2013.  I am the only one left in the family.  My mother had an only brother who is already in mid 70s, a wife on the same age and 4 children (3 girls and a boy:  all grown ups).  My father had two living sibling, two half sisters and a half brother, all of them with several kids, all grown ups too.  My sister had four kids, all grown ups and the eldest has two children already.

I have a lot of friends but only a handful of close associates.  I literally grew up along with my friends but somewhere along life’s changing paths and priorities, we were thrown in different directions.  Where I was I would get within a sphere where close associates would take over where formerly my friends would meander.  From a distance I would receive information on the demise of a friend and where I was, I would likewise bear witness to the departure of some of my associates.  While passing away of loved ones is a signal on what should have been accomplished along with them, it impresses the thought that one day a reunion somewhere will be in order.

Good or bad, saintly or dreadful, hero or traitor, everyone goes into a single direction.  Everyone departs the place they once trod, happily or sadly. Whether there is a place for all, no one has returned back to life to explain.

But one thing is clear, everyone, wherever they may be, belongs to the memory of those they have sincerely related and touched.

Indeed, death cleanses everything.  And they who departed have become a season in the sun.

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About vjtesoro

A perpetual student of Corrections

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