There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall,
And the bells in the steeple too.
And up in the nursery an absurd little bird
Is popping out to say "cuckoo!"
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
Regretfully they tell us,
But firmly they compel us,
To say goodbye . . . to you.
So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen,
Good night;
I hate to go and leave this pretty sight.
So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen,
Adieu;
Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu.
So long, farewell, au revoir,
Auf wiedersehen;
I'd like to stay and taste my first champagne.
So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen,
Goodbye;
I leave, and heave, a sigh and say goodbye... Goodbye!
I'm glad to go, I cannot tell
A lie;
I flit, I float, I fleetly flee, I fly.
The sun has gone to bed and so must I.
So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen,
Goodbye.
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
Goodbye!
Goodbye!
Goodbye!