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