Stop all the clocks
Cut off the telephone
Prevent the dogs from barking
with a juicy bone
Silence the piano
and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin
Let the mourners come
Let areoplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message
He is dead
Put crepe bows round the white neck
of the public doves
Let the traffic policemen wear
Black cotton gloves
He was my north, my south
My east and west
My working week
And my sunday rest
My noon, my midnight
My talk, my song
I thought that love would last forever
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 sweep up the woods
For nothing now
Can ever come to any good
He was my north, my south
My east and west
My working week
And my sunday rest
My noon, my midnight
My talk, my song
I thought that love would last forever
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 sweep up the woods
For nothing now
Can ever come to any good