Cowboy Junkies - Sad to See the Season Go lyrics

(Michael Timmins) [First released on the "30-Hour Famine" benefit album] Transcribed by Jason Go Hollow boned and feathered she fell to him, wriggling perdition she plucked from deep within Feasted high on flowering branches the fruit of his heart he gave willingly for her song From fresh wounds were gathered thick sheaves of love He lay open palmed to her world: she stretched in arched abeyance, holding thunderclap and starlight in one mind Sad to see the season go I'll miss the crackling of the air, the loss of all I know Sad to see the season go Indian corn and the bitter taste of envy in the air Mired now in cyclic decay. The nag of conquest Skeletal arms embrace a withering world Sad to see the season go I'll miss the crackling of the air, the loss of all I know Sad to see the season go Locked here these dreams of you, imperfect dormant seeds There is a dignity to this solitude, a sparkling ambiguity both liquid and solid at one time