by Marlene Calder

Created on: May 02, 2008

Sitting on the Front Porch

The old home town where I was raised,
Hasn't changed much, the Lord be praised.
The same old shops, the same old folks,
Oh what memories its sight evokes.

Pitter patter, skitter scatter,
Chitter chatter, titter tatter.

Old time values not forgotten,
Not too greedy, not too wanton.
Brings me back to my home town,
When my heart is feeling down.

Pitter patter, skitter scatter,
Chitter chatter, titter tatter.

Sitting on the front porch you and me,
Having an endless cup of tea.
Seems like it was only yesterday,
That my life took me away.

Pitter patter, skitter scatter,
Chitter chatter, titter tatter.

Someday before I'm old and worn,
I'm moving back to the place I was born.
We'll just sit on the front porch you and me,
And drink our endless cups of tea.

Pitter patter, skitter scatter,
Chitter chatter, titter tatter.

And we'll just sit on the front porch you and me,
And drink our endless cups of tea.

Sitting on the front porch
You and me
Sitting on the front porch
Drinking our tea
You and me
Cup of tea

Pitter patter, skitter scatter,
Chitter chatter, titter tatter.
You and me and our cups of tea.

Pitter patter, skitter scatter,
Chitter chatter, titter tatter.
You and me and our cups of tea.

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