Everytime we say goodbye, I die little, Everytime we say goodbye, I wonder why a little, Why the gods above me, must be in the know. Think so little of me, they you to go. When you're near, there's such an air of about it,
I can hear a somewhere, begin to sing about it,
no love song finer, but how strange the change from to minor,
Everytime we say goodbye.
When you're near, there's such an air of about it, I can hear a lark somewhere, to sing about it, There's no love song finer, but how strange the change from major to minor, we say goodbye.