《Funeral Blues》歌词

[00:00:00] Funeral Blues - Andreas Schnermann/Ingra Lühning

[00:00:02] Stop all the clocks cut off the telephone

[00:00:12] Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone

[00:00:22] Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

[00:00:33] Bring out the coffin let the mourners come

[00:00:43] Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

[00:00:47] Scribbling on the sky the message he is dead

[00:00:53] Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves

[00:00:58] Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves

[00:01:04] He was my north my south my east and west

[00:01:14] My working week

[00:01:18] And my sunday rest

[00:01:24] My noon my midnight my talk my song

[00:01:34] I thought that love would last forever I was wrong

[00:01:44] The stars are not wanted now put out every one

[00:01:49] Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun

[00:01:53] Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood

[00:01:58] For nothing now can never come to any good

[00:03:01] He was my north my south my east and west

[00:03:12] My working week

[00:03:17] And my sunday rest

[00:03:23] My noon my midnight my talk my song

[00:03:33] I thought that love would last forever I was wrong

[00:03:43] I thought that love would last forever I was wrong