Stop the clocks, cut off the telephone
Prevent the dog from barking wirh 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 policeman wear black cotton gloves.
He was our North, our South, our East and West. Our working Week and our Sunday rest.
Our noon, our midnight, our Talk, our Song.
We thought that love would last forever.
We were wrong
The stars are not wanted anymore, put out everyone.
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."
Sleep in peace and rest in mind. We will meet again on the other side.
We will see you everyday in the sky - as the brightest Star shining to us and keeping an eye on us.
Love you - angel