| 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 |