♫ Seasons In The Sun ♫

Little did I know until tonight that this song initially had quite a different set of lyrics in the beginning!  The song was initially titled Le Moribond (The Dying Man) and was written in French by Jacques Brel, a Belgian songwriter.  Since the original lyrics and concept are a bit disgusting, I won’t put them on this post, but if you’re the curious sort, you can find them at Songfacts.

Terry Jacks re-worked the song, changing the lyrics in honour of his best friend who had recently died of leukemia.  The song was released in 1973, topping the charts in both the U.S. and the UK, and it became the largest selling single in Canadian history.

Seasons in the Sun

Terry Jacks

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 ABCs
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 birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
With the flowers everywhere
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

We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun

Songwriters:  Rod McKuen, Jacques Roman Brel

31 thoughts on “♫ Seasons In The Sun ♫

  1. The song was popular about the time I immigrated to Canada. Later, while enrolled in Art College. Met his mom, Phyllis Margollen. A watercolour painter. Spent a few hours painting with her. Both in and out of the studio. She talked a little of Terry, her son by previous marriage. She was very proud of him. Obviously? Her other son is an accomplished wood carver and works on specialized doors, windows etc. While I met him in Johnson’s Landing. West Kootenay. He later moved to Nelson BC and had a house about 3 blocks aways from my own. The music? Not really “my bag”. Yet still reflective of that early seventies sounds. Cheers Jamie

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    • I never resonated with this song. I cannot say for sure I knew the Brel tune, but I think I did, because I always thought this song a ripoff. Now I know for sure it was. The Brel tune give the song guts, not the posturing sweetness that Seasons turned it into. But each to their own. If we all liked the same tunes we would all be the same! That would not sit well with me…

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      • What you say is true, but sometimes I like sweetness, posturing or no. But you’re right … this is basically a knock off. I like the tune, for it was years before I knew the words … I have to look up lyrics, else I just make my own 😊

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        • I think we all make our own. I don’t know if it is my old ears, my hearing system, or just that singers don’t enunciate any more, but I found it easier to learn the lyrics when I was younger. “Modern” musics sounds mostly like a giant mumble to me, lol.
          About lyrics, they are the most important part of a song IMO. I like instumentals, which don’t seem to hit the airwaves anymore, but if there are lyrics I think they should be easily understood. The musician should want his/her words to be heard, and if they mumble I figure they are not confident in their writing, so why bother listening at all. Part of that is I am a lyricist at heart, having written songs that local bands performed, but nothing good enough to get recorded, I guess… And that was years ago, when I was sort of part of the Winnipeg music scene. I myself cannot carry a tune in a picnic basket, or play a note on any instrument. I was so tone deaf I was not even allowed on stage for my grade 3 school choir contest. The only one in the whole school…

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          • Ahhhh … welcome to my world! I was born partially deaf, and it just gets worse with age! My daughter sometimes corrects me as I sing the wrong lyrics, totally off-key, but I sometimes decide I liked my own lyrics better anyway!

            That’s sad … you being the only one in the school not allowed on stage for your grade 3 choir contest … that’s no way to treat a little kid!!! My mother put me in piano lessons taught by the lady down the street one time when I was … maybe 7 or 8. After two lessons, she told my mother not to send me back, for it was hopeless and I was wasting her time. I guess we’re both auditorally challenged.

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  2. Oh, Jill, here we part company for the first time! I absolutely love Jacques Brel. Le Moribond is a harsh, angry, powerful song and not to everyone’s taste but wow, it is such a vivid one! And I am not sure that all the stuff about where it was written (hmmm) is true – but also not sure that it matters. It is a tornado of human emotion.
    One of his songs I do like better is ‘Ne me quitte pas’ also translated into a chartbuster, ‘If you go away, on this summer’s day, then you might as well take the sun away… etc’. But as I listen to him scarcely able to speak, ‘ne me quitte pas’ and the bare-bones, ethereal music dies away… brrr goosebumps! I’m listening to it now and shivering. Listen! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E7zgNye6HTE

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