“Walkin’ to Heaven With You”

Some loves burn out fast…

But ours was built slow.

Like Sunday mornin’ hymns…

Like old wood churches…

Like backroads that always lead you home.

Bailey…

This is our story.

Sunlight poured through stained glass colors,

Onto that white dress and your smile,

Little church outside the county line,

Had Heaven sittin’ in the aisle.

Your daddy walked you soft and steady,

Fightin’ tears in his blue eyes,

And the second that our hands touched,

Girl, I swear time stopped alive.

Choir singin’ “How Great Thou Art,”

Steel guitar hummin’ low,

And all my prayers from all them years

Finally settled in my soul.

I used to pray beside my bedside,

Wonder if real love would come,

Not just flowers, rings, and promises,

But a heart that felt like home.

Then there you stood with rough work hands,

Boots worn thin from hard long days,

Lovin’ me through every fear I had

In all the sweetest ways.

You saw beauty in my broken pieces,

Held me close when life got hard,

And somehow every road behind me

Led me straight into your arms.

So take my hand down this old church aisle,

Love me country, love me wild,

Through every storm and every bruise,

I’ll keep walkin’ through life with you.

With gospel grace and a backroad song,

Two stubborn hearts finally home,

And if forever’s what Heaven can do,

Then I thank God

I get forever with you.

We built this love on late-night talks,

Truck rides under southern stars,

Cheap coffee cups and radio songs,

Dreamin’ bigger than where we are.

Dancin’ barefoot in the kitchen light,

Laughin’ till we cried tears,

Prayin’ over bills on the counter,

Still holdin’ onto faith through the years.

You made a small-town life feel golden,

Made hard days easier somehow,

And every time this world got heavy,

Your love kept liftin’ me somehow.

And I’ll love you when hard times come,

When the road gets steep and long,

When gray fills in our hair someday,

And these old bodies ain’t this strong.

I’ll still reach for your hand in church,

Still lean close when the choir sings,

Still slow dance with you in the kitchen

Like we’re young and seventeen.

Because this love ain’t built on perfect,

It’s built on faith and stayin’ true,

And every single part of me

Will always belong to you.

(Male)

There’s a little Heaven in your smile—

(Female)

And a little grace in every mile—

(Together)

So let the church bells ring tonight,

Let the angels sing tonight,

‘Cause God wrote our names together long before this life.

So take my hand down this old church aisle,

Love me country, love me wild,

With Heaven smilin’ over us tonight,

Everything finally feels right.

With gospel grace and a backroad view,

A front porch dream for me and you,

And when this whole life finally ends,

I’ll find you there in glory again.

So let the choir sing “Amen,”

Let the old bells ring once more,

‘Cause if love like this ain’t Heaven-sent…