Everytime we say goodbye I die a little Every 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
Everytime we say goodbye I die a little Every 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
