Hart Island from Falcon's Heart by Joe Grass

There’s a frost on the mountain
And I’m longing for your touch
My legs can’t stand from walking
Been too long riding for the rush

In the sound, there is an island
Where the burned-out hospital stands
Where they dig great holes to bury
All the bones that no one claimed

Don’t bury me on hart island
Tell my friends where I am
You know it’s cold and all you hear is crying
On that island of forgotten names

I can see you standing by the window
Back in time, when you were mine
Before I came to New York City
Where you gotta live fast just to toe the line

Its goodbye Willie, and Margarita
My dear Louisa, and male unknown
I hope we find some peace together
Where the chilly winds blow, you can hear ‘em moan

Don’t bury me on Hart island
Tell my friends where I am
You know it’s cold and all you hear is crying
On Hart Island, don’t you make my grave

Don’t bury me

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