| <Rod Stewart> page <It Had to Be You...The Great American Songbook> album page |
Every Time We Say GoodbyeEvery time we say goodbyeI 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 Theres no love song finer But how strange the change From major to minor Every time we say goodbye |