There’s a sad sort of clanging
From the clock in the hall
And the bells in the steeple too,
And up in the nurs’ry an absurd little bird
Is popping out to say "coocoo".
Regretfully they tell us,
But firmly they compel us
To say goodby to you.
So long, farwell, Auf wiedersehn, good night,
I hate to go and leave this pretty sight.
So long, farwell, Auf wiedersehn, adieu,
Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu.
So long, farwell, Au’voir, auf wiedersehn,
I’d like to stay and taste my first champagne
So long, farwell, Auf wiedersehn, goodbye,
I leave and heave a sign and say goodbye,
Good bye
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 wiedersehn, goodbye,
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye!
