Every time we say goodbye I die a little Every time we say goodbye I wonder why a little Why the gods above me who must be in the know Think so little of me they allow you to go
When you're near there's such an air of spring about it I can hear a lark somewhere waiting to sing about it There's no love song finer But how strange the change from major to minor Ev'ry time we say goodbye
When you're near there's such an air of spring about it I can hear a lark somewhere waiting to sing about it There's no love song finer But how strange the change from major to minor Ev'ry time we say goodbye
