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.
