I like it    I don't like it

Evry time we say goodbye I die a little
Evry 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 youre near theres such an air of spring about it
I can hear a lark somewhere waiting to sing about it
Theres no love song finer
But how strange the change from major to minor
Evry time we say goodbye

When youre near theres such an air of spring about it
I can hear a lark somewhere waiting to sing about it
Theres no love song finer
But how strange the change from major to minor
Evry time we say goodbye