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 concur 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 you and you and you. 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 flingly flee, I fly. The sun has gone to bed and so must I. So long, farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.