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. verse 2 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 fi - ner but how strange the change From major to mi - nor every time we say goodbye.