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