Don't Like Goodbyes - Frank Sinatra, Nelson Riddle

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