Every time we say goodbye I die a little And every time we say goodbye I wonder why a little Why the Gods above me Who must be in the know Think so little, so little of me That they'd allow you to go When you're near There's such an air of spring about it And I can hear a lark somewhere Begin to sing about it And oh, there's no love song No song finer But how strange, the change From major to minor Every time we say goodbye Every time Every time Every time we say goodbye