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