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!
Regretfully they tell us
Cuckoo!
But firmly they compel us
To say good bye
Cuckoo!

To you

So long, farewell
Auf Wiedersehen, goodnight
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
Auf Weidersehen, goodbye

We flit, we float
We fleetly flee, we fly

So long, farewell
Auf Weidersehen, goodbye

The sun has gone
To bed and so must I

Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye

Goodbye