《Funeral Blues》歌词

[00:00:00] Funeral Blues - Frances Bourne

[00:00:02] Written by：Benjamin Britten/Alexander Van Ingen/Daryl Runswick

[00:00:13] Stop all the clocks cut off the telephone

[00:00:22] Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone

[00:00:29] Silence the pianos and with mled drum

[00:00:39] Bring out the coffin let the mourners come

[00:00:47] Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

[00:00:55] Scribbling on the sky the message he is dead

[00:01:04] Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public

[00:01:10] Doves

[00:01:12] Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves

[00:01:23] He was my north my south my east and west

[00:01:32] My working week and my sunday rest

[00:01:38] My noon my midnight my talk my song

[00:01:47] I thought that love would last for ever I was

[00:01:54] Wrong

[00:01:55] The stars are not wanted now put out every one

[00:02:04] Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun

[00:02:12] Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood

[00:02:20] For nothing now can ever come to any good