• Around the corner I have a friend,
    In this great city that has no end,
    Yet the days go by, and the weeks rush on,
    And before I know it a year has gone.

    And I never see my old friends face,
    For life is a swift and terrible race,
    He knows I like him just as well,
    As in the days when I rang his bell,

    And he rang mine if, we were younger then,
    And now we are busy, tired men.
    Tired of playing a foolish game,
    Tired of trying to make a name.

    Tomorrow; I say, I will call on Jim
    Just to show I am thinking of him.
    But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
    And distance between us grows and grows.

    Around the corner! - yet miles away,
    Here's a telegram sir, Jim died today.
    And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
    Around the corner, a vanished friend.