Woods of Birnam - Woods of Birnam

Out all

All our yesterdays

Have lighted fools

Out a brief candle

'morrow and tomorrow

Fretting on stage

Then is heard no more

Life is but a poor player

Life is but a tale

Full of sound and fury and exuberance

Told to us by an idiot

Who stands upon the stage and then

Then is heard no more

A tale

The way to dusty death

From day to day

Signifying nothing

'morrow and tomorrow

Strutting on stage

'til the last syllable of time

Life is but a poor player

Life is but a tale

Full of sound and fury and exuberance

Told to us by an idiot

Who stands upon the stage and then

Then is heard no more

Life is but a poor player

Life is but a tale

Full of sound and fury and exuberance

Told us by an idiot

Who stands upon the stage and then

Life is but a poor player

Life is but a tale

Full of sound and fury and exuberance

Told us by an idiot

Who stands upon the stage and then

Then is heard no more