we stood at the hill looking 
at everything down gazing 
at our little town sighing
because goodbye is coming

we had to say it while leaving 
to the people who are loving  
to gardens where we've been playing
to the homes where we were living 
to the trees that watched us growing 
to  the sad little  birds singing 
we have known that goodbye was coming 
but kept on pushing it and denying 
but now and while we are  walking 
"goodbye" is the only thing we are saying