Porchlight lyrics

by

William Elliott Whitmore


The sweetest labor that my heart has known
Is the farm on which I stand
Every single seed that's been sown
Was put in the ground by my hand
Sometimes the sun goes down a little too soon
Before the day's work is through
I keep on going by the light of the moon
When I'd rather be home with you

Would you keep the porchlight on for me?
I come home from the field when it's too dark to see

I can barely stand up
But there's more to be done
The bottom field needs to be plowed
I've never asked help from anyone
But Lord I could use some now
Give me the strength to make it back home
I can't work no more
Lord let her be the first thing I see
When I crawl through that front door

Would you leave the porchlight on for me?
To light my way back from the night so black

I'm sick as a dog and no one can help
The pain's more than I can bear
Still my thoughts drift to the one sweet gift
The love that we share
I hate for you to see me like this
Remember when I was strong?
If i didn't have these I.V.'s in my wrists
I'd hold you in my arms
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