Nhạc sĩ: Harold Arlen, Truman Capote
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Don't like goodbyes, tears or sighsI'm not too good at leaving timeI've got no taste for grieving timeNo, no, not meYou've been my near one, always my dear oneI never thought that I would findAnother love, a different kindBut it came to beWell, if you think I'm telling you liesGo try your luck and look into his eyesBut remember, you must rememberHe's mine and my world overheadHas a clear new shineDon't wanna leave you, sorry to grieve youBut it's travelling time and I must move onOn that mantelina farmAnd if I could arrange itOh, would I care to change it?Not me*
