Sitting on the porch the sun goes down
it's all quiet in our little country town
I see your smile in the fading light
your lips whisper, I'm yours tonight.

The swing creaks a tune from the past
each moment shared I hold them fast
your laughter echoes through the trees
a loving melody carried on the breeze.

We walk these dirt roads hand in hand
dreams in our pockets making our stand
the overhead starts are our guiding light
at this moment in time all feels right.

We carved our names in old oak tree
promised forever...