Witches

A poor player that struts and frets his hour
Upon the stage and then is heard no more
It's a tale told by an idiot
Full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing
Life's but a walking shadow
Tomorrow and tomorrow
(Tomorrow)
And tomorrow

Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends
I have a strange infirmity
Which is nothing to those that know me
Come love and health to all
Give me some wine fill full
To all and all to all

Tata tata rata rata ta tata
Tata tata rata rata ta ta
Tata tata rata rata ta tata
Tata tata rata rata ta ta

Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends
I have a strange infirmity
Which is nothing to those that know me
Come love and health to all
Give me some wine fill full
To all and all to all