Woods of Birnam - Woods of Birnam

Out all
All our yesterdays
Have lighted fools
Out, out 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
'Till 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