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

begin to sing about it

There's no love song finer

but how strange

the change

from major to minor

every time 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

every time we say goodbye...