Stop the clocks

Stop the clock, cut off telephone

Prevent the dog from barking with juicy bones,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum,

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

He was my north , my south,

My east, my west,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon,my midnight, my talk, my song

I thought that love would last for ever,

I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now,put out every one,

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun

Pour away the ocean and sweap up the wood,

For nothing now can ever come to any good.