Don't Like Goodbyes

Don't Like Goodbyes
music by Harold Arlen (left)
lyric by Truman Capote (right)

Don't like goodbyes, tears or sighs.
I'm not too good at leavin' time.
I got no taste for grievin' time.
No, no, not me.

You've been my near one's, always my dear one's.
I never thought that I would find another love,
A diff'rent kind, but it came to be.

Well, if you think I'm telling you lies,
Go try your luck and look into his eyes.
But remember, you must remember he's mine,
And my world overhead has a clear new shine.

Don't want to leave you, sorry to grieve you,
It's trav'lin' time and I must move on.
Found the man to lean upon, and if I could arrange it,
Oh, would I care to change it,
Not me!

Have I found the answer?
Yes, he's the only answer.
Guess. I won't have to guide him,
Jes, walk beside him, can't you see it clearly that I love him dearly.

Well, if you think I'm telling you lies, go try your luck and look into his eyes.
But remember, you must remember he's mine.
And my world overhead has a clear new shine...

Don't want to leave you, sorry to grieve you.
It's trav'lin' time and I must move on.
Found the gal to lean upon and if I could arrange it,
Would I care to change it?
Not me!