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