Around the corner i have a friend
In this great city that has no end.
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on
And before i knew it, a year is gone
And i never see my old friend,face
For life is a swift and terrible race
He knews i like him just as well
As in the days when i rang his bell
And he rang mine but we,re younger then
And new we,re bussy tird men
Tired of playing fulish game
Tired of tring to make a name
Tommorow i say i,ll call on him
Just to show that i m thinking of him
But tommorow comes and tommorow goes
And distance between us grows and grows,
Around the corner yet miles away
Here is a telegram he is died today
And that is what we get and deserve in the and
Around the corner a vanished friend.