Noah is fixing the pump in the rain
We always knew that he always knew
Jovial neighbors come down when they will
Each of us rocks his share
Eating muffin buns and berries
By the steamy kitchen window
Anywhere else now would seem very strange
Sometimes it is not anything
Somedays we rock and stare
At the woodlands and the grasslands and the badlands 'cross the river
Go to the city you'll come back again
Sweet well water and pickling jars
Rocking rhythms while they're waiting with the candle in the window