[ti:Stop all the clocks]
[ar:Rigmor Gustafsson]
[al:Signature Edition 6]
[00:20.91]Stop all the clocks
[00:24.66]Cut off the telephone
[00:28.61]Prevent the dogs from barking
[00:32.22]with a juicy bone
[00:37.46]Silence the piano
[00:41.61]and with muffled drum
[00:48.40]Bring out the coffin
[00:52.51]Let the mourners come
[00:58.69]Let areoplanes circle moaning overhead
[01:08.61]Scribbling on the sky the message
[01:13.14]He is dead
[01:18.02]Put crepe bows round the white neck
[01:22.54]of the public doves
[01:26.89]Let the traffic policemen wear
[01:31.10]Black cotton gloves
[01:36.48]He was my north, my south
[01:41.86]My east and west
[01:46.98]My working week
[01:51.23]And my sunday rest
[01:56.26]My noon, my midnight
[02:01.47]My talk, my song
[02:07.26]I thought that love would last forever
[02:16.03]I was wrong
[02:20.89]The stars are not wanted now
[02:28.80]Put out every one
[02:35.88]Pack up the moon
[02:38.98]And dismantle the sun
[02:44.35]Pour away the ocean
[02:47.40]And sweep up the woods
[02:53.78]For nothing now
[02:56.86]Can ever come to any good
[03:46.33]He was my north, my south
[03:51.37]My east and west
[03:56.20]My working week
[04:00.49]And my sunday rest
[04:05.21]My noon, my midnight
[04:09.92]My talk, my song
[04:15.65]I thought that love would last forever
[04:24.17]I was wrong
[04:29.55]The stars are not wanted now
[04:37.86]Put out every one
[04:45.52]Pack up the moon
[04:48.46]And dismantle the sun
[04:53.83]Pour away the ocean
[04:57.34]And sweep up the woods
[05:03.71]For nothing now
[05:06.49]Can ever come to any good