[Intro]
E
[Strophe]
E 
Blood of my blood 
G#m7 
Skin of my skin 
B                    A 
 You’re in roundelay water again 
B                      F#m7 
 I want to face the condition you’re in 
        E        A        E 
The old wrenches hardly turn me
[Strophe]
        E 
Can you catch a thrown line 
G#m7 
Tied around neat 
B                   A 
 Circle once about, please allow me 
B                      F#m 
 I see the pall coming off of our cheeks 
      E          A         E 
We’re weak but a leaf is turning
[Pre-Refrain]
    A C#m  E              G#m7 
And I move lightly in the dawn 
A   C#m  E            G#m7   F#m   F#7 
 Try to, lightly ever on the lee
[Refrain]
       A       E            B 
Though I liked summer light on you 
   E         B           A 
If we ride a winter-long wind 
     A          E        B 
Well time’s not what I belong to 
    E           B          A 
And I’m not the season I’m in
[Strophe]
E 
Holding on close 
G#m 
Holding on to 
B                 A 
 Any kind of ring I can bring you 
B                     F#m 
 And at the beachwood pyre good news 
     E            A         E 
It’s wet but it’s catching easy
[Pre-Refrain]
    A C#m  E               G#m7 
And I move slightly in the dawn 
A   C#m  E           G#m7   F#m   F#7 
 Try to, gently ever on the lee
[Refrain]
       A       E            B 
Though I liked summer light on you 
   E         B           A 
If we ride a winter-long wind 
     A          E        B 
Well time’s not what I belong to 
    E              B             A      E 
And you're not the season you're in