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