Front Porch Summer (written by George Watkins)

Let it roll

Roll high

high mountains

Flying high

Beautiful pictures

In my memories

Niver leave

my eyes

heavy rain

Flooding my heart

is this one

tears apart

My memory of home (mmm)

To the mountain

I can get so high

To the fullest

can be me

Beautiful day

Beautiful pictures

in my memories of you

Gone to fast

so far away (hummmm)