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 use 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 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 loves the man