When you sit and wonder why things have gone so wrong and you wish someone would tell us where our friend has gone.
Look then in the hills when there's courage in the wind and in the face of freedom and those who look to him.
And search within the heart of ev'ry young man with a song then I think we'll know where our friend has gone.
Summer takes the winter as the good years take the pain. There'll be laughter in the land again but hearts won't be the same.
And I know I'll remember when a chill wind takes the sky and speak of the years he gave us hope for they will never die.
And as we gaze at brave young men when yesterdays grow long, then I think we'll know where our friend has gone.
When you sit and wonder why things have gone so wrong. It's then that we'll remember where our friend has gone.
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