Disclaimer: I do not nor will I ever own any part of the HP franchise. I don't own the song either. Lone Star does. Great band.
My Front Porch Looking In
Oh yeah
Yeah oh yeah
The only ground I ever owned was sticking to my shoes
Now I look at my front porch and this panoramic view
I can sit and watch the fields fill up
With rays of glowing sun
Or watch the moon lay on the fences
Like that's where it was hung
My blessings are in front of me
It's not about the land
I'll never beat the view
From my front porch looking in
Ron was sitting on his porch resting from a long day. He could smell the dinner Hermione was preparing as she took care of their kids. His kids. He laughed at the thought of him actually being a father. He never thought it would happen, let alone with someone as perfect as Hermione. He peeked into the front door window which allowed a direct view of the kitchen.
There's a carrot top who can barely walk
With a sippy cup of milk
A little blue eyed blonde with shoes on wrong
'Cause she likes to dress herself
And the most beautiful girl holding both of them
And the view I love the most
Is my front porch looking in, yeah
Hermione was balancing the kids on her hips and trying to cook at the same time. She had always been talented and beautiful. She was more beautiful even now.
I've traveled here and everywhere
Following my job
I've seen the paintings from the air
Brushed by the hand of God
The mountains and the canyons reach from sea to shining sea
But I can't wait to get back home
To the one he made for me
It's anywhere I'll ever go and everywhere I've been
Nothing takes my breath away
Like my front porch looking in
Ron was traveling everywhere because of his job. Hermione wasn't too fond of his leaving her with the children but she'd grown used to it. He would write to her as soon as he arrived at his destination and just before he left just to tell her he loved her. He was never gone more than a week, but he still missed her dearly. He couldn't wait till he got home and could scoop his children into his arms in a great bear hug. Then her.
There's a carrot top who can barely walk
With a sippy cup of milk
A little blue eyed blonde with shoes on wrong
'Cause she likes to dress herself
And the most beautiful girl holding both of them
Yeah the view I love the most
Is my front porch looking in
I see what beautiful is about
When I'm looking in
Not when I'm looking out
Oh, there's a carrot top who can barely walk
(From my front porch looking in)
A little blue eyed blonde with shoes on wrong, yeah
And the most beautiful girl
(Beautiful girl
From my front porch looking in)
Holding both of them
Oh, yeah
My first singfic so don't blame. Constructive criticism is allowed.
Keep the Dream Alive.