Dancers At The End Of Time - Howlin' Rain

Let the fall winds

Rattle at our door

And call us to the lunatic sea

For the pleasure games we play so easily

That never really make a soul

Details will haunt us in strange ways

Like snow and smoke and skeletal leaves

Who will resurrect us?

Jive, ass, and teeth

One we’ve all drunk our fill of fire

A strange sadness hangs around the trees

As if our life and times were fruit

Ripen too quickly into rot

And falling on this stinking spot

Tones of history ring here like a gong

But the pitch is bent and queer

Upon a beach of bones the iron orchid stands

And casts her cobalt gaze across the years

Mrs. Amelia Underwood

Carry my heart in your hands

Jesus will shine on you brightly

Into the hollow lands

Now the sky, a find of fire

The season’s tears to ancient wine

A ghostly blight from godless eyes

The howling flames of our desires

Your hair tumbles like a racehorse down

The country hails your sky now ma’am

And I’m not gonna need it like the lion needs to kill

Cause in the lion all desire and prayer is one

Used to be time was upon us

Carried our hearts on our sleeves

Wearing the joy and the sorrow

Like beautiful fall-painted leaves

Mrs. Amelia Underwood

Carry my heart in you hands

Jesus will shine on you brightly

Into the hollow lands