[00:39.33]"All the World's a stage,"
[00:44.04]A friend of mine, he sometimes said,
[01:13.95]And though he tried to show the way,
[01:15.57]They only care about his name.
[01:16.14]"Love is for the Fool,"
[01:16.59]A blind old man, he always said,
[01:44.97]But of it's joys he sometimes spoke
[01:45.69]And then it seemed, he could see.
[01:46.26]"Life is for the Strong,"
[01:54.66]A travelling monk, he told me once
[02:12.63]But of the weak, he never spoke
[02:13.74]Though their cries beat on his ears.
[02:28.26]I stood my gun in hand
[02:36.09]The swallow flew to meet his love
[02:41.73]And as they touched, I shot him down
[02:52.83]But now it's me that can't fly.

"All the World's a stage,"
A friend of mine, he sometimes said,
And though he tried to show the way,
They only care about his name.
"Love is for the Fool,"
A blind old man, he always said,
But of it's joys he sometimes spoke
And then it seemed, he could see.
"Life is for the Strong,"
A travelling monk, he told me once
But of the weak, he never spoke
Though their cries beat on his ears.
I stood my gun in hand
The swallow flew to meet his love
And as they touched, I shot him down
But now it's me that can't fly.