作曲 : Burrows, Havas, Jones
How beautiful and unexpected it was
To wake and see the snow
Butterflying in through the open window
Sand-dune drifting towards his feet
Blanketing his room
Covering his heirlooms
And scattered things, all smashed up and sad
He felt so glad that they were gone
But still there beneath the snow
With Macbeth's clay-red arm around his neck
He said 'remember, don't forget
Where you are... you are with me'
His clay-red arm like the muddy river
That rambles through the reeking town
Reaching for the sea
Macbeth's head
Full of clover and the town below
Unaware of the time and the silent snow
Macbeth's head
Full of barking dogs
The churls in rags, their cloaks
The heads of stags clashing antlers
Their cloaks billowing down
The silvery hills of sleep
Macbeth's head
Blows a silver horn of dented stars
Across the misty heath
But, 'come back' he couldn't say
Macbeth's head
In the emerald eyes of dark women
Barefoot on the wharf
The north winds sing-song singing
Through the gorse
Macbeth's head
Down in the streets below
Blissfully unaware of the virgin snow
His purple tongue locked inside his mouth
Shouting drunken at the clouds
And a voice echoes through the landslide town
Beneath the braclet bridge
Macbeth's arm tenses round his neck
'Don't forget, don't forget'
Macbeth's head
Full of the smell of stone
Macbeth's head
Falls from the satin sky
His closed eyes
His eyelids open
Macbeth's arm tenses round his neck
'...don't forget
Don't forget'
And how beautiful and unexpected it was
To wake and see the snow