歌词
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 (Cuckoo)
But firmly they compel us (Cuckoo)
To say goodbye (Cuckoo)
To you
So long, farewell
Auf Wiederseh'n, goodnight
I hate to go
And leave this pretty sight
So long, farewell
Auf Wiederseh'n, adieu
Adieu, adieu
To yieu and yieu and yieu
So long, farewell
Au revoir, auf Wiederseh'n
I'd like to stay
And taste my first champagne
So long, farewell
Auf Wiederseh'n, 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 fleetly flee, I fly
The sun has gone
To bed and so must I
So long, farewell
Auf Wiederseh'n, goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Written by: Oscar Hammerstein II, Richard Rodgers