Everytime we say goodbye, I die a little   Everytime 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 song finer   But how strange the change from major to minor      Everytime we say goodbye      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      Everytime we say goodbye