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. (four times) The flesh and the blood - they keep my body warm but still my mind is cold. To know what 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