Ophelia

Ophelia, we're on our own
Fathers and grandfathers gone
There's room for you and some for me
The difference is plain to see

Lord knows what we are
But not what we may be
And [Incomprehensible]

The [Incomprehensible] you'll make
Rosemary for memory's sake
The difference is plain to see
What's past for me is meant to be

Lord knows who we are
And not what we may be
But what we should be tonight

Lord knows who we are
And not what we may be
The past is who we are
But not what we may become
But what we should be tonight

Sweetly, goodnight