Ev'ry time we say goodbyeI die a littleEv'ry time we say goodbyeI wonder why a littleWhy the gods above meWho must be in the knowThink so little of meThey allow you to goWhen you're near there's such an airOf spring about itI can hear a lark somewhereBegin to sing about itThere's no love song finerBut how strange the changeFrom major to minorEv'ry time we say goodbyeThere's no love song finerBut how strange the changeFrom major to minorEv'ry time we say goodbye