Ella Fitzgerald
Ev'ry Time We Say Good-Bye
Every time we say goodbyeI die a littleEvery time we say goodbyeI wonder why a littleWhy the Gods above meWho must be in the knowThink so little of meThey allow you to goWhen you're nearThere's such an air of spring about itI can hear a lark somewhereBegin to sing about itThere's no love song finerBut how strange the change from major to minorEvery time we say goodbyeWhen you're nearThere's such an air of spring about itI can hear a lark somewhereBegin to sing about itThere's no love song finerBut how strange the change from major to minorEvery time we say goodbye
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