黄勃 - Funeral blues
作词:W.H.Auden
作曲:黄勃
编曲:黄勃
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 forever I was wrong
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
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
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
For nothing now can ever come to any good
For nothing now can ever come to any good