Every time we say goodbye, I die a little<br />Every time we say goodbye, I wonder why a little<br />Why the gods above me, who must be in the know<br />think so little of me that they allow you go<br /><br />When your near there's such an air of Spring about it<br />I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it<br />There's no love song finer but how strange<br />The change from major to minor<br />Every time we say goodbye<br /><br />Writer: COLE PORTER
