Music: Who by Jerome Kern
#Who stole my heart away#
#Who makes me dream all day#
#Song still playing#
#No one but you#
#Song fades out#
[Trumpet playing]
Welcome, Dear Rosengrands and Guildenstern
Moreover though we much
did long to see you
The need we have to use you
Did provoke our hasty sendforth
Something that you heard
Of Hamslet's transformation?
So call it
Nor the exterior
Nor the inward man resembles
What is should be
More than his father's death
Have put him so much
Fun in understanding of himself
I cannot free more
Both
That being of so young days
Brought up with
Him insist so naive
To his youth and humor
[groans]