Sittin` On The Front Porch Swing Lyrics

Sittin` On The Front Porch Swing

I remember a time
When the bloom was on the cotton
When our hearts chased
the clouds
Like the swallow on the wing
When our cares, which were
already few
Were soon forgotten
Just sittin' on the front porch
swing

Oh, we'd sit every Sunday
And watched the married ladies
And
we'd dream of white dresses
And churchbells in the spring
And they'd talk
and paint their nails
While they'd let us hold their babies
Sittin' on
the front porch swing

Where was I when the time came
To join the
married ladies
Why did I paint the nail
When the finger had no
ring
Why do I sit at my age
And long to hold their babies
Sittin' on
the front porch swing

When the mind longs to follow
But the memory
erases
And the lips form the words
But the heart no longer sings
When
the leaves in the hollow
Have been dyed to match our faces
Sittin' on the
front porch swing

Oh, we'll dream of the time
When the bloom was on
the cotton
When our hearts chased the clouds
Like the swallow on the
wing
But the words to the rhyme
Are not the only thing
forgotten
Sittin' on the front porch swing
Sittin' on the front porch
swing