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 wait­ing to sing about it
There’s no love song finer
But how strange The change from major to minor
Ev’ry 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
Ev’ry 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
Ev’ry time we say goodbye.