Lyric 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