Weary trainer, saunter into town, dear

You'll find nothing troubles us around here

You can rest your sweet face for a while

Till you find your final resting place, child

(We are calm, be not wary)

In our town of lavender, we bury

(We are the mortuary)

Pokemon whose lives were temporary

(We are the land of gurneys)

Every year your pokemon grow older

(We are the end of journeys)

Do not fear the white hand on your shoulder