Don’t Stop All The Clocks – A slight change to the original
Don’t Stop All The Clocks
Pause for a time, switch off your phone
Stroke the cat, give the dog a juicy bone
Play Mozart on piano and beat the drum
Let the mourners in, her time has come
Let strangers be, as they rush by so fast
For they do not know that she has passed
Put bows in the girls hair, dust the boys shoes
Let the children play, oblivious of our blues
She was your North, your South, your East and West
Her struggle is over, it is her time to rest
Your moon, your midnight, your talks and songs
She lives in your heart forever, it is where she belongs
As sure as the stars are at night, and each day the sun
Pack up things, but not memories – remember each one
Let each trip to the ocean, the bush and the woods
Remind you of her, and the special times – oh so good