Ella Fitzgerald - Everytime We Say Goodbye

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 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,  everytime we say goodbye 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, everytime we say goodbye Ella Fitzgerald  Everytime we Say Goodbye, 1965