Sisotowbell Lane Joni Mitchell
"Sisotowbell Lane" by Joni Mitchell, released in 1970, is a folk song reflecting themes of nostalgia, love, and the passage of time. The lyrics convey a sense of yearning for lost moments and the simplicity of life. Musically, it features Mitchell's signature intricate guitar work and emotive vocals. The song resonates with listeners for its introspective nature, highlighting the beauty and fragility of memories. #Folk
[Verse 1]
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 neighbours come down when they will
With stories to tell, sometimes they do, yes sometimes we do
[Chorus 1]
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
[Verse 2]
Sisotowbell Lane, anywhere else now would seem very strange
The seasons are changing every day in every way
Sometimes it is spring, sometimes it is not anything
A poet can sing, sometimes we try, yes we always try
[Chorus 2]
We have a rocking chair, some days we rock and stare
At the woodlands and the grasslands
And the badlands 'cross the river
Sometimes we do, we like the view
[Verse 3]
Sisotowbell Lane, go to the city, you'll come back again
To wade through 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
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 neighbours come down when they will
With stories to tell, sometimes they do, yes sometimes we do
[Chorus 1]
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
[Verse 2]
Sisotowbell Lane, anywhere else now would seem very strange
The seasons are changing every day in every way
Sometimes it is spring, sometimes it is not anything
A poet can sing, sometimes we try, yes we always try
[Chorus 2]
We have a rocking chair, some days we rock and stare
At the woodlands and the grasslands
And the badlands 'cross the river
Sometimes we do, we like the view
[Verse 3]
Sisotowbell Lane, go to the city, you'll come back again
To wade through 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
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