William Elliott Whitmore Follow

the sweetest labor that my heart has known
is the field on which I stand
cause every single seed thats been sown
was put in the ground by my hand

and some times the sun goes down a little too soon
before the days work is through
and I keep on going by the light of the moon
when Id rather be home with you

would you leave the porchlight on for me?
would you leave the porchlight on for me?
I come home from the field
when its too dark to see
would you leave the porchlight on for me?

I can barely stand up
theres more to be done
oh, the bottom field needs to be plowed
and I never asked help from anyone
but Lord I can use some now

just give me the strength to make it back home
I cant work no more
and Lord let her be the first thing I see
when I crawl through that front door

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

well Im sick as a dog
and no one can help
oh, the pains more than I can bear
but still my thoughts drift
to the one sweet gift
the world that we share

and I hate for you to see me like this
oh I remember when I was strong
if I didnt have these IVs in my wrist
well Id hold you in my arms

would you leave the porchlight on for me?
would you leave the porchlight on for me?
this hospital bed
is where Ive to be
would you leave the porchlight on for me?

they say that I aint got long for this life
oh they say that its my time to go
darling youve been the most wonderful wife
that any man could know

well you stuck by me through thick and through thin
since the day you became my bride
and someday Ill hope to see you again
when we meet on the other side

would you leave the porchlight on for me?
would you leave the porchlight on for me?
even though just a memory
is all that Ill be
would you leave the porchlight on for me?

even though just a memory
is all that Ill be...
would you leave the porchlight on for me?