My family sits on the dark gray porch.
Shades of blue, shades of green, maybe red.
They are singing a tune in their head.
And this is what they said.

Little darling, don't you cry.
Little darling, don't you cry.

I caught a bus into the city.
Strumming my six string guitar
A few riffs of Dylan, but that tune was in my head.

Little Darling, don't you cry.
Little Darling, don't you cry.
Little Darling, don't you cry.

Wave goodbye now.
Wave goodbye now.

My family sits on the dark gray porch
shades of blue, shades of purple and maybe red.

They are singing a tune in their heads.
Little Darling don't you cry.
Little Darling don't you cry.
Little Darling don't you cry.
Everything will be alright.