歌詞

One, two, three — the rocker

Knows only slow songs

The old chair has a wooden voice

It creaks on every sway

Forward it asks, and back it answers

All the night away

My grandmother could rock this chair

Clear through a Sunday moon

Come to me, you weary ones

The rocker hums it too

An easy yoke, a gentle sway

Is all you have to do

The floorboards keep the rhythm section

Soft beneath the runner

The lamb lies with one ear tuned in

Like rocking is a sermon

The porch light draws a golden ring

Around this slow parade

Come to me, you weary ones

The rocker hums it too

An easy yoke, a gentle sway

Is all you have to do

The chair knows every worry's weight

And rocks them all the same

It creaked for troubles twice this size

And put them all to shame

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Come to me, you weary ones

The rocker hums it too

An easy yoke, a gentle sway

Is all you have to do

Come to me, you weary ones

The rocker hums it too

An easy yoke, a gentle sway

Is all you have to do

One, two, three — the rocker

Is slowing to a stop