Raggedy, every one of them and in three hours this time.
Hoorah for me!
Fealola started me singing in my head:
Every time we say goodnight I cry a little
Every time we say goodnight I want to die a little.
Why the gods above me, who must be in the know
Think so little of me, they allow you to go.
When we kiss 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 goodnight.
Done from memory, too.