Texty piesní Michael Crawford

Michael Crawford

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 goodbye

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 goodbye

We say goodbye