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 coo-coo (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, goodnight We 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 Auf weidersehen, goodbye We flit, we float We fleety flee, we fly So long, farewell Auf weidersehen, goodbye The sun has gone to bed and so must I Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye