Dim Distant Porch Lights Songtext
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Dim Distant Porch Lights Songtext
The fire was dead; it looked black on the ground
He pulled on his muddy shoes and went to gather wood
Blowing on his cupped hands, so cold
It could be November; it could be later
He got a fire going, and walked out to the edge of the woodlot
And stood looking over the countryside
The dead fields
A barn in the distance
He pulled on his muddy shoes and went to gather wood
Blowing on his cupped hands, so cold
It could be November; it could be later
He got a fire going, and walked out to the edge of the woodlot
And stood looking over the countryside
The dead fields
A barn in the distance
Writer(s): Benn Jordan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
