Forty-one winters on this hill
Your rocking chair is sitting still
I kept the kettle warm today
Out of habit, I suppose, some way
The kids call Sundays, ask me how I've been
I tell 'em fine, and pour the coffee thin
So I leave the porch light on for Clara
Just in case the Lord says she can visit
A yellow glow against the dark Nebraska
Old men learn to hope, and never quit it
Found your garden gloves inside the shed
Tulip bulbs you never got to spread
I planted every one along the fence
Spring will make a little bit of sense
And when my own last evening comes around
Won't need a map to find you, I'll just follow
That light I kept
So I leave the porch light on for Clara
Just in case the Lord says she can visit
A yellow glow against the dark Nebraska
Old men learn to hope, and never quit it
