| Slouching Toward Bethlehem |
| 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 you'll 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 We'll lend you the car We always do Yes sometimes we do We have a rocking chair Someone is always there Rocking rhythms while they're waiting with the candle in the window Sometimes we do We wait for you © 1968 Siquomb Publishing Co. (BMI) |