Every time we say goodbye, I die a little
Every time we say goodbye, I wonder why a little
Why the Gods above me, who must be in the
know
Think so little of me
They allow you to go

When you're near, there's such an air of spring
about it
I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it
There's no love song finer
But (Then) how strange the change from major
to minor
Every time we say goodbye