Ophelia we're on our own
Fathers and grandfathers gone
There's rue for your and some for me
The difference is plain to see
Lord knows what we are but not what we may be
And rue for you is not regret
The bread you make
With rosemary for memory's sake
The difference is plain to see
What's past for you is rue to me
Lord knows who we are but not what we may be
Or what we choose tonight
Lord knows who we are but not what we may be
The past is who we are but not what we may be
Or what we choose tonight
