Why the Gods above me, who must be in the know
There's no love song finer, but how strange
There's no love song finer, then how strange
I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it
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
When you're near, there's such an air of spring about it
The change from major to minor, every time we say goodbye
