My Buddy - Bing Crosby, Victor Young

Life is a book that we study

Some of it’s leaves bring a sigh

There it was written by my buddy

That we must part, you and I

Nights are long since you went away

And I think about you all through the day

My buddy, my buddy

Nobody quite so true

I miss your voice, touch of your hand

I long to know that you understand

My buddy, my buddy

Your buddy misses you

Your buddy misses you

I miss your voice, the touch of your hand

And I long to know that you understand

My buddy, my buddy

Your buddy misses you

My buddy