Old Front Porch

I miss the wicker chair and table freshly painted every spring
The old folks in the rocker, and the children in the swing
And the trellis by the railing where the brown thrush used to sing
I really miss the old front porch

And I miss the neighbor playing banjo, singing songs of long ago
And the jokes we heard on headsets from our crystal radio
And the faint bouquet of lilacs as the breeze began to blow
I really miss the old front porch

It was a place to run from showers
For spending wondrous hours
Watching rainbows in the sky
For reading Sunday's funnies
And hoping the Easter bunny
Might lay a basket there as he passed by

And I miss that pretty girl in pigtails looking like a dream in white
Who joined me in the shadows holding hands till late at night
It's funny how the tears come back to dim my eyes tonight
I really miss the old front porch

I miss the jack-o-lantern pumpkins in the corner by the rail
And the window soaped on Halloween by some mischievous male
And the witches riding cornstalks, a ghostly fairy tale
I really miss the old front porch

And I miss the happy sounds of footsteps of a holiday surprise
The smiles of friends and relatives with Christmas in their eyes
And the snow stomped from boot lashes of every shape and size
I really miss the old front porch

It's a place for apple pie
On the fourth day of July
A place to wave your country's flag
A place for friends to share
Bursting fireworks in the air
And popcorn from a big brown bag

And I miss that valentine she left there in the mailbox by the door
The two hearts with an arrow from the little country store
You'd think that I wouldn't care that I don't get 'em anymore
But I do, I miss the old front porch