This song is nostalgic for me. I try not to think too hard about the lyrics.
I thought of it today--because for the first time in 2017....I am going to hang laundry on the line! That's right, I've, "waited on a line of greens and blues," ...just to be the next to dry clothes on you, dear clothesline of mine. It's spring, it's sunny, and I have a back-log of laundry that can't go in the dryer.
Bees safely take a drink from my wet laundry. And birdsong is the best accompaniment.
The words of this poem (unlike the song above) are worth thinking hard about: