Testo di R.I.P.

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