| Song | Me My Friend |
| Artist | Family |
| Album | Music in a Doll's House |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Chapman, Whitney | |
| Me my friend, I have seen many lands, me my friend | |
| I have been far and wide | |
| I have sailed many a tide | |
| I have rolled many a ride | |
| But I wish, me my friend, I could sail to the stars | |
| Have the gift to transport | |
| my whole being, my whole thought | |
| To a world of dreams, my friend | |
| Me my friend, I have loved many girls, me my friend | |
| I have told many lies | |
| I have asked many whys | |
| I have whispered many sighs | |
| But I wish, me my friend, I could have till the end | |
| Someone to love and hold | |
| Through the warmth and the cold | |
| Of my lonely years, my friend |
| zuo ci : Chapman, Whitney | |
| Me my friend, I have seen many lands, me my friend | |
| I have been far and wide | |
| I have sailed many a tide | |
| I have rolled many a ride | |
| But I wish, me my friend, I could sail to the stars | |
| Have the gift to transport | |
| my whole being, my whole thought | |
| To a world of dreams, my friend | |
| Me my friend, I have loved many girls, me my friend | |
| I have told many lies | |
| I have asked many whys | |
| I have whispered many sighs | |
| But I wish, me my friend, I could have till the end | |
| Someone to love and hold | |
| Through the warmth and the cold | |
| Of my lonely years, my friend |
| zuò cí : Chapman, Whitney | |
| Me my friend, I have seen many lands, me my friend | |
| I have been far and wide | |
| I have sailed many a tide | |
| I have rolled many a ride | |
| But I wish, me my friend, I could sail to the stars | |
| Have the gift to transport | |
| my whole being, my whole thought | |
| To a world of dreams, my friend | |
| Me my friend, I have loved many girls, me my friend | |
| I have told many lies | |
| I have asked many whys | |
| I have whispered many sighs | |
| But I wish, me my friend, I could have till the end | |
| Someone to love and hold | |
| Through the warmth and the cold | |
| Of my lonely years, my friend |