A folk song with orchestral accompaniment, about the seven ages of life.
Dave’s idea for this song came from the “All The World’s A Stage” monologue in Shakespeare’s play “As You Like It“
When you were seven, so colour blind,
So undefined. Your song: unsung.
From seventeen to twenty-four,
You play at love and tell your lies: the heart’s disguise.
At thirty-one a brand new son
A daughter’s cry a lullaby. The years rush by.
We walk the path. The path we call life.
All the world is our stage, and we all play our parts.
At the end of the game, the king, queen and pawns,
All share the same box.
At the end of the day we all drift into dreams.
Soon forty-five, you realize,
Your jaded eyes make you the fool. The world’s so cruel.
Then sixty-four, another door,
Awaiting you to soon pass through. Will life renew?
We walk the path. The path we call life.
All the world is our stage, and we all play our parts.
At the end of the game, the king, queen and pawns,
All share the same box.
At the end of the war, we all bleed the same shade.
Another turn at seventy-two
The friends that you knew have begun to head home.
At ninety years as memories fade,
The setting sun will soon set for you.
We walk the path. The path we call life.
We are born o’er the tomb, there’s a flash, then there’s night.
The candle burns brief, just an hour in the light.
Will you offer a verse will the song in your heart,
Cross over unsung?
Did you savour each rung?
All the world is our stage, and we all play our parts.
At the end of the game, the king, queen and pawns,
All share the same box.
At the end of the road…
We all fade away.
© Dave Semple – 16 February 2015
| Dave Semple | songwriting, vocals, 6 string guitar, 12 string guitar, bodhran |
| Paul Battersby | drums, bass, flute, oboe, clarinet, 1st violin, 2nd violin, viola, cello, string bass, trumpet, french horn, trombone, tuba, mixing |
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