Sittin On The Front Porch Swing - текст песни
Sittin' On The Front Porch Swing
(Buddy Sheffield)
I remember the time when the bloom was on the cotton
When our hearts chased the clouds like the swallows on their wings
Winter cares which we're already few or soon forgotten
Just sittin' on the front porch swing.
Oh, we sit every Sunday and watched the married ladies
And we dreamed of white dresses and church bells in the spring
And they talked and painted 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 night and long to hold their baby
Sittin' on the front porch swing.
When the mind longs to follow but the memory erases
And the lips form the words that the heart no longer sings
When the leaves in the hollow have been died 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 swallows on their wings
But the words to the rhyme are the only things forgotten
Sittin' on the front porch swing.
Sittin' on the front porch swing...
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