EVERY TIME WE SAY GOODBYE 

WRITER COLE PORTER



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 that they allow you go 

When your 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 

Every time we say goodbye