Lyrics

[Verse]
There's an old white chapel on a dusty road,
Where the hymns and prayers from folks still flow,
Built with hands that worked the land so true,
With a faith as strong as the skies so blue.

[Verse 2]
Grandma's hand in mine, worn from the soil,
Her stories of love make the hard days feel small,
We'd sit in the pews, sunlight through stained glass,
Whispers of country love that forever will last.

[Chorus]
In the heart of the fields, where the cross stands tall,
We find our roots and hear the Lord's call,
Old country churches, where love abides,
In the hush of the past, love and country collide.

[Verse 3]
Daddy sang bass, Mama dreamt of the choir,
Their love burned bright like a gospel fire,
They taught me the pride of this sacred ground,
In the church's embrace, where true love is found.

[Verse 4]
Evening shadows stretch across the steeple's frame,
Echoing the voices that praised His name,
Simple timbers hold stories of the brave,
Who lived and loved till the end of their days.

[Chorus]
In the heart of the fields, where the cross stands tall,
We find our roots and hear the Lord's call,
Old country churches, where love abides,
In the hush of the past, love and country collide.