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.