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´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