歌曲 | Sittin' on the Front Porch Swing |
歌手 | Dolly Parton |
专辑 | Honky Tonk Angels |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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 |