Dancers At the End of Time

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