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... 
When you're near 

there's such an air 
of spring about it 
I can hear a lark 
somewhere 

waiting to sing about it 
There's no love 
song finer 
But how strange 

the change 
from major to minor 
Every time 
we say goodbye 


When you're near 
there's such an air 
of spring about it 

I can hear a lark 
somewhere 
waiting to sing about it 
There's no love 

song finer 
But how strange 
the change 
from major to minor 

Every time 
we say good bye....