Ev’ry time we say goodbye I die a little
Ev’ry 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
Ev’ry time 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
Ev’ry time we say goodbye.
Credits
Words and music by Cole Porter
Published by Chappell Music Ltd
Produced by Hucknall
Mixed by Johnny Wow
Recorded at Home by Michael Zimmerling, with Andy Scade
Other Info
This new version is on the Simplified album (2005) and the compilation album The Greatest Hits 25 (2008)