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 begin to sing about it 
there's no love finer, but how strange the change from 
major to minor...

- Ev'ry time we say goodbye.