Don't Like Goodbyes — Frank Sinatra

Don't like good-byes, tears or sighs I'm not too good at leaving time I've got no taste for grieving time No, no, not me

You've been my near ones, always my dear ones I never thought that I would find Another love, a different kind But it came to be

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

Don't want to leave you Sorry to grieve you It's traveling time, and I must move on Found the girl (gal) to lean upon

And if I could arrange it Oh would I care to chance it - not me