Sarah Vaughan - Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye (Roulette Records 1961) скачать видео бесплатно

"Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye" is a song with lyrics and music by Cole Porter. It was introduced in 1944 in Billy Rose's musical revue, Seven Lively Arts. The bit where it goes 'from major to minor', the harmony actually goes from minor to dominant. The song has since become a jazz standard after gaining popularity in the late 50's and early 60's.

Note: Many artists have replaced the apostrophe in "ev'ry" with an "e" and have combined "time" to form the more common "everytime."

After Hours is a 1961 studio album by American jazz singer Sarah Vaughan. This was Vaughan's first album with just guitar and double bass accompaniment, it was followed by 1963's Sarah + 2 in a similar vein.

The Allmusic review by Scott Yanow awarded After Hours three stars and said that "the emphasis throughout is exclusively on Sassy's magnificent voice. The program mostly sticks to ballads, with a couple of exceptions...and is a quiet and intimate affair, with Vaughan more subtle than she sometimes was. Despite a lightweight version of "My Favorite Things" that will not remind listeners of John Coltrane, this is an excellent if brief set (34-and-a-half minutes) with some fine jazz singing".

Sarah's accompanied by Mundell Lowe (guitar) and

George Duvivier (double bass). Pictured along with Sarah in video is Richard Davis. Recorded in RKO-Path Studio, New York City, July 18, 1961. (Roulette Records)

Everytime we say goodbye, I 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 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,

Everytime we say goodbye.

Everytime we say goodbye, I die a little,

Everytime 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,

Everytime we say goodbye

Everytime we say goodbye

Everytime we say goodbye

Bye-bye, bye-bye