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