Music: Oscar Hammerstein II/Richard Rogers
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”
“Cuckoo, cuckoo“
Regretfully they tell us .(“Cuckoo, cuckoo”)
But firmly they compel us.(“ Cuckoo, cuckoo”)
To say goodbye . . .
(to you~)
So long, farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, good night.
We hate to go And miss this pretty sight.
So long, farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, adieu.
Adieu, adieu, To yieu and yieu and yieu.
So long, farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, goodbye.
We flit,we float We fleetly flee,we fly.
So long, farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, goodbye.
The sun has gone to bed and so must I.
Adios~
Adios~
Adios~
Goodbye~