Good Afternoon,
Hope you are well and enjoying life - I have had a lovely couple of days - busy but nice. Have spent some time listening to music and rediscovered a piece I had almost forgotten about:
I have loved this piece for such a long time and today it has been inspiring listening to it again.
"I remember the time when the bloom was on the cotton
When our hearts chased the clouds like the swallows on their wings
Winter cares which we're already few or soon forgotten
Just sittin' on the front porch swing
Oh we sit every Sunday and watched the married ladies
And we dreamed of white dresses and church bells in the spring
And they talked and painted 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 night and long to hold their baby
Sittin' 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
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 swallows on their wings
But the words to the rhyme are the only things forgotten
Sittin' on the front porch swing
Sittin' on the front porch swing"
© Buddy Sheffield.
When our hearts chased the clouds like the swallows on their wings
Winter cares which we're already few or soon forgotten
Just sittin' on the front porch swing
Oh we sit every Sunday and watched the married ladies
And we dreamed of white dresses and church bells in the spring
And they talked and painted 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 night and long to hold their baby
Sittin' 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
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 swallows on their wings
But the words to the rhyme are the only things forgotten
Sittin' on the front porch swing
Sittin' on the front porch swing"
© Buddy Sheffield.
I hope you enjoy it too.
I have spent so much time without my music and just lately it has been like meeting old friends after a long spell and I am enjoying it very much. I am sure hoping to indulge myself again and again with more music and to share with you those things that inspire me.
Enjoy your day and please visit again and let me know you have been here - I hope that this blog is bringing pleasure to you as it sure is to me.
Love and hugs,
"Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons, and you will find that it is to the soul what the water bath is to the body."
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.
US Supreme Court Justice
(1841-1935)
US Supreme Court Justice
(1841-1935)
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