She can’t keep herself in weather   The tethers holding her together   Are lost to the wind forever, long lost   She hears the rainfall as crying   And every winter she’s dying   Dying and repenting for a season full of sins      Let it go my little darlin’   Sheets to the wind   It’s warm here little darlin’   Why don’t you come in      She’s dreaming of a second coming   Listening for the distant drumming   The sound of angels on the wing, angels   The storm clouds of her pale face   Rain on us her perfect grace   She says that all of us have had a season full of sin      Let it go my little darlin’   Sheets to the wind   It’s warm here little darlin’   Why don’t you come in   Come on in