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 should 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
Every time we say goodbye
Every time we say goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
I love you a lot
Thank you very much
