I was buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery, alone and unceremoniously.
Buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery, when life was taken from me.

Our tree was full and green, I had to leave it. 
The sadness was overwhelming to be alone beneath it.

The sun came down hot and hard. I could never sleep.
To disappear was the only way I could find relief.

When I was buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery, alone unceremoniously.
Buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery, when life was taken so suddenly. 

First I paid my respects to Glenn Gould, 
Then I visited the grave of Alexander Muir. 
Next to Eaton''s tomb, I hung my head and cried,
Looking for Joseph Mulgrew, I gave up and died.

When I was buried... 

The birds sang, the flowers in bloom, spring had just begun. 
Recently [bad word] for a suit, now lying in a box. 
By summer, I was gone, my remains stolen from the ground, 
My body never recovered and I was never found 
...Until now 

I was buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery, alone and unceremoniously 

Buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery, between the monuments and trees, 
At the heart of the city, Amongst the statues and fountains. 
New life could begin, where the old path I ran came to and end.