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