I. Lend Me Your Ears Lovers and friends and countrymen Lend me your ears and I'll Tell you a story about a man Old in years, but now he's just a story Dead at the door of the Senate floor With Brutus looking on And what will become of his wife And young Octavian And who will lead us now 'gainst the Gauls? II. Marcus Antonius This man of war Lives by the sword His truth, his truth is marching on From many one, The Imperial son, His truth, his truth is marching on III. March of the Ragged Armies The rumble of the drums comes thundering from across the sea The men of all the towns and their women all dismayed, they gaze wave-ward And suddenly a sail on the distant seething of the silv'ry swells Oh, the knells toll sweet like the whispers of a fleet as Rome awaits him From Apollonia the boy will come ashore The will of Caesar read aloud to crashing oars His father's honor robbed, Octavian comes for eyes The mad thieves' anxious truce unravels at its ties IV. Aftermath / Octavian Reprise The war is over; the battle’s done, And Pompey’s lost, and Antony’s won. These fields of green are red with blood. These Roman roads are wrecked with mud. But the fields of Philippi Will be green again. And peace will come unto this land. My brother’s son, a legionnaire, A Britannic man with ruddy hair Died by the lance, fell to the ground ‘twas no romance when he died without a sound But the fields of Philippi Will be green again. And peace will come unto this land. And what will become of his wife And young Octavian, And who will lead us now? It’s young Octavian. Who will lead us now Against the Gauls?

I went down to find my girl and I saw her standing there in the snow, oh I shoulda known Her eyes shot through with blood, the blue was gone With dawn behind her trembling hands, oh, damn the king Of this cursed land! Here they come: their horses run, crashing through the woods Run, run, run, but don't be scared, your tears won't do no good Come, come, come, girl, home is there, why would you be lured? Oh, I thought I had the cure I went down to find my girl and She saw me standing there trembling, oh, love is a funny thing Her red dress swayed as she shook her head, she said "He's got more gold than god himself" Oh, the tears I shed Here they come: their horses run, crashing through the woods I won't run 'cause I ain't scared, runnin' ain't no good Damn you, girl, I thought you cared, and though I'm often poor, Oh I thought I had the cure Pray tell, d'y' find The tireless workmen in lines Hustling lovers down riverbeds? Well one day you'll smell The spray of the falls that flow down the well And under the foam Skeletons dashing their heads on the stone