Loretta Lynn, Dolly Parton, Tammy Wynette - Sittin’ on the Front Porch Swing lyrics
Dolly Parton [Dolly Rebecca Parton] Pittman Center, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Loretta Lynn, Dolly Parton, Tammy Wynette - Sittin’ on the Front Porch Swing lyrics]
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
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 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
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
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 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