Everytime We Say Goodbye - Diana Krall

Everytime we say goodbye, I die a little.
Everytime 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-

When your near, there's such an aire, 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-
Everytime we say goodbye.

When your near, there's such an aire, of spring about it.
I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it.
There's no love song finer, then how strange the change, from major to minor-
Everytime we say goodbye.