Sittin' on the Front Porch Swing Lyrics

Song	Sittin' on the Front Porch Swing
Artist	Dolly Parton
Album	Honky Tonk Angels
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	作词 : Sheffield
	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, some forgotten
	Just sitting 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
	Sitting 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
	Sitting 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
	Sitting 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
	Sitting on the front porch swing

	zuo ci : Sheffield
	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, some forgotten
	Just sitting 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
	Sitting 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
	Sitting 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
	Sitting 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
	Sitting on the front porch swing

	zuò cí : Sheffield
	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, some forgotten
	Just sitting 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
	Sitting 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
	Sitting 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
	Sitting 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
	Sitting on the front porch swing

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