| The Farmer's Daughter |
| Tonight there'll be candlelight and roses In this little country chapel that's almost falling down There'll be tears in this old farmer's eyes this evening When I give my one possession to that city boy from town His hair is a little longer than we're use to But, I guess I should find something good to say About this man whose won the farmer's daughter And will soon become my son-in-law today Mama left eight years ago December And it was hard to be a Dad and Mama too But, somehow we made home of this old farmhouse And love was all my baby ever knew He could be the richest man in seven counties And not be good enough to take her hand But, he says he really loves the farmer's daughter And I know the farmer's daughter loves the man |