Sing this summer serenade,
The past is done, we've been betrayed.
Some might say the truth will out,
But I believe without a doubt,
In you.

We sat and watched the sun go down,
Then picked a star before we lost,
The moon.
Youth is wasted on the young,
Before you know it's come and gone,
Too soon.

You were there for summer dreaming,
And you are a friend indeed.
And I hope you find your freedom,
For eternity.

-Robbie Williams