Testo Every Time We Say Goodbye. Ella Fitzgerald
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.
( REPEAT ABOVE )
Followed by......
" Every single time we say goodbye "
