The song was publishe 1922.
It's a very old song that was written in 1922.
And it was Donaldson's most personal.
The poignant strains of the song were an expression of his grief
at the death of his fiancee...
Life is a book that we study,
Some of its leaves bring a sigh,
There it was written, my buddy,
That we must part, you and I.
Nights are long since you went away,
I think about you all through the day,
My buddy, my buddy, nobody quite so true.
I miss your voice, the touch of your hand,
I long to know that you understand,
My buddy, my buddy, your buddy misses you
Buddies through all the gay days,
Buddies when something went wrong;
I wait alone through the gray days,
Missing your smile and your song.
Frank Sinatra feat Harry James Orchestra