"....Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
Prevent the dog form barking with a juicy bone
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin..let the mourners come
Let aeroplanes circle mouning overhead
scribling on the sky the message: He is dead
Put crepe bows `round the necks of doves
Let the trafficpolicemen wear black cotton gloves
He was my North, my South, my East, my West
My working week and my sunday rest
My moon, my midnight, my talk, my song
I thoughtl ove would last forever: I was wrong
The stars are not wanted now put out every one
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun
Pour out the ocean and sweep up the wood
for nothing now can ever come to any good..."
min dypeste medfølelse i sorgen!
Prevent the dog form barking with a juicy bone
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin..let the mourners come
Let aeroplanes circle mouning overhead
scribling on the sky the message: He is dead
Put crepe bows `round the necks of doves
Let the trafficpolicemen wear black cotton gloves
He was my North, my South, my East, my West
My working week and my sunday rest
My moon, my midnight, my talk, my song
I thoughtl ove would last forever: I was wrong
The stars are not wanted now put out every one
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun
Pour out the ocean and sweep up the wood
for nothing now can ever come to any good..."
min dypeste medfølelse i sorgen!
