Would you join a slow marching band?

And take pleasure in your leaving

as the ferry sails and tears are dried

and cows come home at evening.



Could you get behind a slow marching band?

And join together in the passing

of all we shared through yesterdays

in sorrows neverlasting.



Take a hand and take a bow.

You played for me; that's all for now, oh, and never

mind the words just hum along and keep on going.

Walk on slowly --- don't look behind you.

Don't say goodbye, love. I won't remind you.



Dream of me as the nights draw cold

still marking time through Winter.

You paid the piper and called the tune

and you marched the band away.



Take a hand and take a bow.

You played for me; that's all for now, oh, and never

mind the words just hum along and keep on going.

Walk on slowly --- don't look behind you.

Don't say goodbye, love. I won't remind you.