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 their wing

Winter cares which were already few, were soon forgotten

Just sittin' on the front porch swing

Oh, we'd sit every Sunday and watch the married ladies

And we'd dream of white dresses and church bells in the spring

And they'd talk and paint their nails while they 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 their wing

But the words to the rhyme are the only things forgotten

Sittin' on the front porch swing

Sittin' on the front porch swing