Don’t Like Goodbyes
Truman Capote, Harold Arlen
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
Have I found the answer
Yes, he's the only answer
Guess I won't have to guide him, jus' walk beside him
Can't you see it clearly that I love him dearly
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
