Every time we say goodbye
I die a little
Everytime 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 begin to sing about it

There's no love song finer
But how strange the change
From major to minor
Everytime we say goodbye.

When you're near.
There's such an air of Spring about it
I can hear
A lark somewhere begin to sing about it

There's no love song finer
But how strange the change
From major to minor
Everytime we say goodbye.

