Dinah Washington
evry time we say goodbye
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Every time we say goodbye, I 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,
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,
I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it,
There's no love song finer, but how strange the change from major to minor,
Every time we say goodbye.
- Álbum:
- A Bouquet Of Hits
- Miscellaneous
- First Issue: The Dinah Washington Story
- Please Send Me Someone To Love
- The Collection
- Golden Greats
- Essential Jazz Singers
- The Best Of
- Unforgettable
- Ahora Jazz
- The Complete Dinah Washington on Mercury, Volume 2...
- The Queen Sings
- Jazz Masters
- Blues for a Day
- Great Jazz Giants: Smooth Jazz, Volume 2
- Queen Of The Blues
- Memories are made of This
- Satin Dolls
- Blue Box 2: The Finest in Jazz Vocalists
- The Best Smooth Jazz... Ever! Volume 3