when you sit and wonder why things have gone so wrong
and you wish someone would tell us where our friend has gone
look then in the hills when there's courage in the wind
and in the face of freedom and those who look to him
and search within the heart of ev'ry young man with a song
then i think we'll know where our friend has gone
summer takes the winter as the good years take the pain
there'll be laughter in the land again but hearts won't be the same
and i know i'll remember when a chill wind takes the sky
and speak of the years he gave us hope for they will never die
and as we gaze at brave young men when yesterdays grow long
then i think we'll know where our friend has gone
when you sit and wonder why things have gone so wrong
it's then that we'll remember where our friend has gone