So Long, Farewell by Rodgers And Hammerstein
There's a sad sort of clanking
From the clock in the hall
And the bells in the steeple too.
And up in the nursery an absurd little bird
Is popping up to say cukoo!
Regretfully they tell us
But firmly they compel us
To say goodbye to you.
I hate to go and leave this pretty sight
To yieu and yieu and yieu
I'd like to stay and taste my first champagne
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 I fly
The sun has gone to bed and so must I
So long Farewell