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 their wing
But the words to the rhyme are the only things forgotten
Sittin' on the front porch swing
Sittin' on the front porch swing
~~Sittin' on the Front Porch Swing, Dolly Parton
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