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, 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.
I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye,
I'm glad to go,
I cannot tell a lie.
I flit, I float,
I fleetly flee, fly.
The sun has gone to bed and so must I
So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye,