| Lyrics: | Everytime we say goodbye, I die a little,
Everytime 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 how strange the change from
major to
minor,
Everytime we say goodbye.
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 how strange the change from major to
minor,
Everytime we say goodbye. |
