Collections Lyrics - Phillips Anthony

"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 its' 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.