[00:00.00] 作曲 : 黄勃
[00:01.00] 作词 : W.H.Auden
[00:06.47]Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
[00:12.49]Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
[00:18.80]Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
[00:24.67]Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
[00:31.82]Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
[00:38.06]Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
[00:44.83]Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
[00:51.01]Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
[00:58.06]He was my North, my South, my East and West,
[01:06.07]My working week and my Sunday rest,
[01:12.71]My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
[01:19.76]I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
[01:33.26]The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
[01:39.67]Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
[01:45.46]Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
[01:52.58]For nothing now can ever come to any good.
[02:00.99]He was my North, my South, my East and West,
[02:09.39]My working week and my Sunday rest,
[02:15.83]My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
[02:22.83]I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
[02:34.28]The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
[02:40.99]Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
[02:47.38]Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
[02:53.97]For nothing now can ever come to any good.
[03:00.27]For nothing now can ever come to any good.
[03:06.78]For nothing now can ever come to any good.