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