Sittin' On The Front Porch Swing
Composer(s): Buddy Sheffield
Performer(s): Dolly Parton



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
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 that 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 things forgotten
Sittin' on the front porch swing
Sittin' on the front porch swing