First you go up the hill

The church why I don't know

Let me do the talking

Well so do you too

Never let me talk

Yah drink your beer

This is no suprise

They're always arguing they're from down in

And when you reach the top

Out on the scraggy backs just there

Say you must be new

A movie camera ooohh )

Well I wouldn't go

Who is that with you

How does she hang the clothes

Climb up on herself

There's a house white)

A back porch grey)

Just a table there

Yes nobody knows how far it goes

Past the fishing banks

Probably past the edge of the earth maybe

Oh come on

And sometimes

There is a chair the table legs they never

Move waiting and pressing

And the clothesline stop don't move

Well maybe she should go to school

No no she's a table

Lena's a white table

And in the afternoon

And in the autumn air

The porch is bare and still

There is a waiting there

And flint the laundry line

Apples rolling down the hill

I hope that she's here

What if she's not here

I don't think she's here

There is a chair the table legs they never

Move waiting and pressing

And the clothesline stop don't move

Well maybe she should go to school

No no she's a table

Lena's a white table

Well maybe she should learn to pray

No no she's a table

Lena's a white table

We saw her waiting by the line

Which line The laundry line

Waiting for the clothes to dry

What if she freezes in mid air

No no no no no