Everytime 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-
When your near, there's such an aire, 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 your near, there's such an aire, of spring about it
I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it
There's no love song finer, then how strange the change, from major to minor-
Everytime we say goodbye