Track 9 of the album Window Hours · 2017
Reading Glasses, Porch Swing Evening
by Odalys Fern
“My dad on the porch with his glasses slipping down his nose. I wrote it in ten minutes and changed nothing.”
ambient · nostalgic ambient · porch folk · 3:16
Lyrics
Dad sits out upon the porch His glasses slipping down The evening paper on his knee The swing creaks all around Sit with me a while Sit with me a while The evening's soft and slow Sit with me a while His hands are older than I knew They shake a little now He tells me stories twice tonight And I just smile somehow Sit with me a while Sit with me a while The evening's soft and slow Sit with me a while The porch light flickers on The crickets start to sing I wish that I could hold this hour Like a little golden thing Sit with me a while Sit with me a while The evening's soft and slow Sit with me a while The swing creaks slow Sit with me a while