Story Behind The Song

An older one from the middle 80's when I was still in Lower Alabama.

Lyrics

Autumn now and rain in the time of the yellow man
Mars inflamed and alchemy to the bone
Dreams turn real and fuse in the fluid alphabet
That the nightlong song of the mockingbird calls his own

As long as the wind blows I will hold some bones
Some willful resistance or sticks in the sky
Some gesture of ignorance, some dream that's as real as stone
All of us here gotta hold our own

Winter now and cold in the time of the Nordic man
Saturn roused and ripe with the fruit of time
Can you hear the howlin' of the hound of the underground
As the light descends the mountain that the sound must climb

Embrace the winter, let the cold come in
Every bone a piece of the light, every hunger something found
While the wind, like a train that makes its own track,
Reminds me of where I am going
And what all the leaves are trembling about

Springtime now and flowers in the time of the abo man
Venus glad and dancing in her bush of glee
O humans, listen like the whales and the dolphins can
To the song of forgiveness uniting the land and the sea

The stones in my yard are fat with time
Drunk with a dark wisdom that has laid them low
Whittled down by space as their time bodies grow
Now I stumble through the mountains to get to my door

Summer now and thunder in the time of the African
Mercury is laughing up his silver sleeve
Sing with me, life is the wish that the planets ride
And love is an angel only the daring can see

As long as the wind blows I will hold some bones
Some willful resistance or sticks in the sky
Some gesture of ignorance, some dream that's as real as stone
All of us here...
We gotta hold our own