He Was A Friend Of Mine
He was, he was a friend of mine
He was, he was a friend of mine
Now he's dead and gone
This morning my best friend
Was sleeping in his bed
His face like a jewel
And he was dead
He liked to play games
Mark, push me on a swing
Mark, push me on a merry-go-round
Going round and round
Writer/s: Jörgen Elofsson
