With every step we've taken
Towards the end of schoolday years....
Were steps... not to be retraced,
And parting would bring many tears.

Perhaps we'll keep our friendship.
Perhaps, someday we'll grow apart,
But I shall keep our memories
Closely pressed within my heart.

I shall not say good-by now
For our summers are still here.
If we can pass the winters
Then our friendship has been dear.