Every time we say goodbye 
I die a little 
Every time we say goodbye 
I wonder why a little 
Why the Godss above me
 Who must be in the know
 Think so little to 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 
Theres no love song finer 
But how strange the change 
From major to minor 
Every time we say goodbye