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 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, every time we say
Every time we say, every time we say goodbye
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 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, every time we say
Every time we say, every time we say goodbye
There’s no love song finer
There’s no love song finer
Recorded with Teddy Wilson and his quintet {featuring Red Norvo, vibraphone; Charlie Shavers, trumpet; Billy Taylor, bass; Morey Feld, drums} on January 8, 1945.