Tonight there'll be
candlelight and roses
In this little country chapel
that's almost fallin' down
There'll be tears in this old
farmer's eyes this evenin'
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
somethin' good to say
About this man who's won
the farmer's daughter
And will 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 ol' 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