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Funeral For A Friend - Funeral Blues Lyrics

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead
Put crepe bows round the white necks
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 for ever
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 wood
For nothing now can ever come to any good