When you're near
But how strange
Who must be in the know
There's no love song finer
The change from major to minor
The change from major to minor
I wonder why a little
I can hear a lark
Somewhere waiting to sing about it
Think so little of me
Every time we say goodbye
They allow you to go
When you're near
Somewhere waiting to sing about it
Why the Gods above me
There's such an air of spring about it
But how strange
There's no love song finer
Every time we say goodbye
There's such an air of spring about it
I can hear a lark