[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.