text: Sisotowbell Lane
  Noah is fixing the pump in the rain
  He brings us no shame
  We always knew that he always knew
  Up over the hill
  Jovial neighbors come down when they will
  With stories to tell
  Sometimes they do
  Yes sometimes we do
  We have a rocking chair
  Each of us rocks his share
  Eating muffin buns and berries
  By the steamy kitchen window
  Sometimes we do
  Our tongues turn blue
  Sisotowbell Lane
  Anywhere else now would seem very strange
  The seasons are changing
  Everyday in everyway
  Sometimes it is spring
  Sometimes it is not anything
  A poet can sing
  Sometimes we try
  Yes we always try
  We have a rocking chair
  Somedays we rock and stare
  At the woodlands and the grasslands
  And the badlands cross the river
  Sometimes we do
  We like the view
  Sisotowbell Lane
  Go to the city youll come back again
  To wade thru the grain
  You always do
  Yes we always do
  Come back to the stars
  Sweet well water and pickling jars
  Well lend you the car
  We always do
  Yes sometimes we do
  We have a rocking chair
  Someone is always there
  Rocking rhythms while theyre waiting
  With the candle in the window
  Sometimes we do
  We wait for you