Old Front Porch - Burl Ives

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 playin' 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 ridin' 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