While my dad was still alive, I had heard this song and thought it
would be perfect for him. He was a man who truly lived his life his own way. Now that my dad is gone, I can't help but think of him (and cry) every time I hear this song. It reminds me that he had a full life, even if I wasn't able to have him as part of mine for long enough.
One of my buddys got it last year when he was only 20 and we (his friends) were looking for the best song to play, and after a week of searching the only appropriate song we could find was "My Way" because it just summed up his life (and death) perfectly even though he was young he just had to do every thing his way and that is probably the reason he is no longer with us. A room of 300 people all were crying by the end of the song, one of the saddest things i think i'll ever see.
And now, the end is near, And so I face the final curtain. My friends, I'll say it clear; I'll state my case of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full - I've travelled each and every highway. And more, much more than this, I did it my way.
Regrets? I've had a few, But then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course - Each careful step along the byway, And more, much more than this, I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew, When I bit off more than I could chew, But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out. I faced it all and I stood tall And did it my way.
I've loved, I've laughed and cried, I've had my fill - my share of losing. But now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that, And may I say, not in a shy way - Oh no. Oh no, not me. I did it my way.
For what is a man? What has he got? If not himself - Then he has naught. To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels. The record shows I took the blows And did it my way.
Yes, it was my way.
Songwriters: Revaux, Jacques;Anka, Paul (Eng Lyr);Thibaut, Gilles;Francois, Claude