Porch Swings And Diamond Rings

4 weeks ago by @jerrypettit

Liner Notes

One of my early childhood memories is of my 200-pound-plus grandmother settling down on a porch swing (although maybe it was a hammock), and telling us all, "Goodbye, folks!" just as the swing/hammock broke under her weight and she fell to her death.

No, actually she didn't fall to her death. She just fell onto her back. While everyone around me ran to her aid in horror, I was stifling giggles and shuffled backwards, unobservered, back in through the front door, snorting a little and fighting back tears of laughter. Only to see that my mother was already in there stifling her own giggles. We genuinely didn't know if Granny was alive or dead and we were both hysterically stifling our laughter. One of my favorite childhood memories.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the song!

Lyrics

PORCH SWINGS AND DIAMOND RINGS

Words & Music
By
Jerry Pettit
Facebook.com/JerryPettitMusic

There's a house down on Willow,
with a wide front porch,
Where the oak trees whisper secrets
in the twilight's red torch.
We'd sway slow on that swing,
just a pair of young teens,
Dreamin' 'bout our forever,
in our faded blue jeans.

CHORUS:
From porch swings to diamond rings,
Lazy days become great things.
Oh, how simple love begins,
From sweet whispers to hearts that sing.

Years rolled like the river,
past the banks of our youth,
Love grew deeper,
with each tender truth.
On that swing, I took your hand,
Showed a ring, became your man.

CHORUS:
From porch swings to diamond rings,
Lazy days become great things.
Oh, how simple love begins,
From sweet whispers to hearts that sing.

I remember how the stars agreed,
When you whispered back
on that swing to me.
Now on that same porch,
grandkids at our knee,
Still swinging,
where we're meant to be.

The swing is creaky,
like the bones it bears,
But strong as our love,
through the years it wears.
And that ring you have,
shines as it did before,
On this porch,
like in the days of yore.

CHORUS:
From porch swings to diamond rings,
Lazy days become great things.
Oh, how simple love begins,
From sweet whispers to hearts that sing.

© 2024, Jerry Pettit

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