The time has come ......
[Bidding goodbye to Ms Mary Fernandes, Cluny's treasure ....
She will be missed forever .... ]
There is silence through the corridors
The ground seems dull in dismay
The flowers around, they sway no more
For she's going today, she's going away
The court will never hear the sound of her feet
Where like a lively lass she'd play and swing
She'd teach and we'd watch, the undying athelete
For no more we'll hear the whistle ring
The classroom walls heave a sorrowful sigh
No one to fling the records, no more
No Shakespeare is taught, no parts of the eye
For she's going away, the one we adore
Prim and Pristine, classy and demure
Grim is her brow yet tender is her smile
Brimming with love, a mind so pure
She could do it all, the most versatile
Newer kids will never know
What she gave away year after year
The gift of dreams, of pretty rainbows
For no corner is turned sans a lesson from her
My eyes fill up, my throat is dry
I'm happy for her, but tis no alibi
For the time has come to say good bye
For ths time has come to say good bye