[00:28.14]If I had a pistol to hold in my hand[00:32.91]I'd hunt down and silence the Good Humour man,[00:36.93]I'd pour sticky ice cream all over his wound[00:41.13]and stop him forever from playing his tune.[00:45.93]For Silence is golden on a soft summers day.[00:51.00]It's a pity to let strangers take it away.[00:56.85]If ever I get me a license to kill[01:01.38]I'll war on the jukebox and jackhammer till[01:06.00]the wind and rain rust up all their parts[01:10.83]and the worms and the woodchucks dissect their hearts.[01:16.50]For silence is golden and hard to be found,[01:21.84]and killed far too often by the jackhammer's sound.[01:27.60]If diesels and dump trucks and gossips were words[01:33.33]I'd feed them like kernels of corn to the birds[01:38.10]and then all the thumping and bumping and pounds[01:42.66]would come out forever like pretty bird sounds.[01:48.81]For silence is golden and soft as a tear.[01:54.72]The soft sound of empty is the next voice you'll hear.