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