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 used to
But I guess I should find something good to say
About this man who's 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 a 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 loved the man