Rosemary's Sister Lyrics to a song that touched my childhood... Brother of disaster and sister of our fate Do you count the tragedies we see? And brother of confusion and sister of debate Do you remember the sister of Rosemary? The doodlebugs were flying and the blitz was at its height Rosemary lay sleeping with her sister only nine And no one heard the one that hit, the one that blew the lid Rosemary came out crying but her sister never did And we fly high, our dreams are all in vain One moment we are singing and the next we cry in pain But high above the heavens in a host of angels' wings Rosemary's sister will be dancing Her mother cried all that year as many others did There were times when she'd pull through now and again And the people there in Bethnel Street in the rubble and the stone Swept up the street and started all again When tyranny is biting you do your best to try And stifle all your heartache till it's safe again to cry And when the darkness disappears and the light comes shining through We'll gather up and start our fall anew There's a teacher in the classroom, there's a mother in the hall The children sit and wait for the bell for home And Rosemary is waiting, she has a child now of her own And she's waiting to collect and take her home And sometimes in the firelight in the silence where she sits Her mind goes back to Bethnel Street, the darkness and the blitz And she hears if there's another one, then the end will be complete, Well, I wonder what they'd say in the Bethnel Street (Fairport Convention)