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 known 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, every time we say goodbye I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it There's no love song finer, but how strange the change 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, every time we say, every time we say goodbye