Think so little of me, they allow you to go?
When you're near there's such an air of spring about it
There's no love song finer but how strange the change
I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it
I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it
Why the gods above me, who must be in the know
From major to minor every time we say goodbye
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