Ev'ry time we say good bye, I die a little
Ev'ry time we say good bye, I wander 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 such an air of spring about it,
I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it.
There's no love some finer, but how strange the change from major to minor
Ev'ry time we say good bye.