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.
verse 2
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 fi - ner but how strange the change
From major to mi - nor every time we say goodbye.