(Cole Porter)
Goodbye
Every time 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
Begin to sing about it.
There's no love song finer
But how strange the change from major to minor
Every time we say goodbye, goodbye...
