Performed by the 24 Choir of York University, conducted by Robert Hollingworth

This recording is of the original 2015 version

Words by Sir Walter Raleigh

What is our life? A play of passion,
What is our life? A play of passion.
Our mirth the music of division,
Our mirth the music of division.
Our mothers’ wombs the tiring-houses be,
Where we are dressed for this short comedy.
Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is,
That sits and marks still who doth act amiss.
Our graves that hide us from the searching sun
Are like drawn curtains when the play is done.
Thus march we playing to our latest rest, our latest rest;
Only we die, we die in earnest, that's no jest.