Looking through
The window of destiny
Casement open to the skies
No more lies
Rosemary nods upon the grave
Could've been saved
From the garden of the brave
She cries, Rest in peace
Soft may
The worms about him creep
Never heard the children weep
He's asleep
Rosemary nods upon the grave
Could've been saved
From the garden of the brave
She cries, Rest in peace
When saints go marching
Down the hall
Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall
When pigs call
Rosemary nods upon the grave
Could've been saved
From the garden of the brave
She cries, Rest in peace

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