Ev'ry time we say goodbye I die a little

Ev'ry 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. 



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 finer, but how strange the change from 

major to minor...



- Ev'ry time we say goodbye.