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