[00:07.490]Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
[00:12.490]Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
[00:16.490]Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
[00:21.490]Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
[00:27.490]Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
[00:32.490]Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
[00:36.490]Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
[00:40.490]Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
[00:46.490]He was my North, my South, my East and West,
[00:54.490]My working week and my Sunday rest,
[01:00.490]My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
[01:07.490]I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
[01:14.490]The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
[01:20.490]Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
[01:25.490]Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
[01:30.490]For nothing now can ever come to any good.