Peter Jöback - Absent friends Text (lyrics)

Absent friends, here's to them
And happy days
We thought that they would never end
Here's to absent friends

Little Jean Seberg seemed so full of life
But in those eyes such troubled dreams
Poor little Jean
Woodbine Willie couldn't rest until he'd
Given every bloke a final
Smoke before the killing old Woodbine Willie

Steve McQueen jumped the first one clean
But the great escape he'd tried to
Make was not to be maybe next time Steve

Laika flew through inky blue
'Til Laika neared the atmosphere
And Laika knew laika's life was through

Oscar Wilde was a lonely child
He fought and won acceptance from the world
They smiled, they laughed, they praised
They drove poor Oscar to his grave

Absent friends, here's to them
And happy days
We thought that they would never end
But they always end
Raise your glasses then to absent friends