Where are you Comet Halley… won’t you tell us where you’ve gone

And why you take so many years to make your way back home

Without you here astronomy’s not nearly as much fun

Why must it be our fate to wait till twenty sixty-one

The late great Edmond Halley earned himself immortal fame

Predicting the precise return of that which bears his name

In seventeen and fifty-eight as he’d claimed it would do

His comet reappeared despite his death in forty-two

Where are you Comet Halley… won’t you tell us where you’ve gone

And why you take so many years to make your way back home

Without you here astronomy’s not nearly as much fun

Why must it be our fate to wait till twenty sixty-one

Tom Sawyer’s writer Mark Twain was a bright insightful soul

Whose destiny by Halley’s light at his birth was foretold

Twain born in eighteen thirty-five foresaw that once again

He’d live to see that comet fly then die in nineteen ten

Where are you Comet Halley… won’t you tell us where you’ve gone

And why you take so many years to make your way back home

Without you here astronomy’s not nearly as much fun

Why must it be our fate to wait till twenty sixty-one

As you’re now listening to this song most likely you’re still young

And odds are sound you’ll be around the next time Halley comes

So keep your eyes upon the skies… don’t slumber snooze or snore

Or you’ll need to abide till twenty one and thirty-four

Where are you Comet Halley… won’t you tell us where you’ve gone

And why you take so many years to make your way back home

Without you here astronomy’s not nearly as much fun

Why must it be our fate to wait till twenty sixty-one