The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter

the muscle and bone

they encase my heart but never touch my soul

I'll save that for the water and its shore

fear makes friends with joy

and I'll march slowly and I'll never forget

how the music stopped or the feel of your breath

and I'll march slowly and I'll never forget

how the music stopped or the feel of your breath

and I'll march slowly and I'll never forget

how the music stopped or the feel of your breath

and I'll march slowly and I'll never forget

how the music stopped or the feel of your breath

the flesh and the blood

they keep my body warm but still my mind is cold

to know what's fair is not always fair

but what proves real will never flee

and I'll march slowly and I'll never forget

how that black dress fell upon your white neck

Grand Isle rests quiet this time of year

and I know you will be leaving soon my dear