《Britten: Funeral Blues》歌词

[00:00:00] Britten: Funeral Blues - Mary Carewe

[00:00:11] Stop all the clocks

[00:00:17] Cut off the telephone

[00:00:23] Prevent the dog from barking

[00:00:28] With a juicy bone

[00:00:32] Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

[00:00:44] Bring out the coffin

[00:00:50] Let the mourners come

[00:00:55] Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

[00:01:07] Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead

[00:01:17] Tie crêpe bows round the white necks

[00:01:23] Of the public doves

[00:01:28] Let the traffic policemen wear

[00:01:34] Black cotton gloves

[00:01:39] He was my North my South

[00:01:46] My East and West

[00:01:53] My working week and my Sunday rest

[00:02:02] My noon

[00:02:04] My midnight my talk my song

[00:02:13] I thought that love could last forever

[00:02:21] I was wrong

[00:02:23] The stars are not wanted now

[00:02:29] Put out every one

[00:02:34] Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun

[00:02:44] Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood

[00:02:53] For nothing now can ever come to any good