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