When the Hills Come Alive
by Robert Ramage
Intro (fiddle kicks in, hand claps, upright bass walking)
Well dust off your boots and shake the ground,
Hear that old church bell ringin’ loud,
Sun peeks over the ridgeline sky,
Feels like somethin’ holy’s drawin’ nigh.
Verse 1 (banjo + fiddle, playful but reverent)
Grandma’s Bible on the table,
Grandpa hummin’ an old refrain,
Fields are hummin’, sparrows singin’,
Like creation knows His name.
There’s a whisper in the timber,
There’s a fire in the breeze,
Every soul’s leanin’ forward,
Fallin’ down on bended knees.
Chorus (big hoedown stomp — joyful, loud, communal)
🎶 When God comes back with Jesus by His side,
Glorious day, yeah the hills come alive,
Fiddles cry and the trumpets sound,
Every lost soul’s heaven-bound,
From the hollers to the rivers wide,
We’ll dance in the light, no place to hide,
Oh glory rollin’ like a wildfire tide,
When God comes back and the hills come alive. 🎶
Verse 2 (slightly heavier rhythm, more drive)
Old sinners laughin’, old saints cryin’,
Chains hit the dirt, no more denyin’,
Every wrong made right that day,
Every tear just washed away.
Church doors swingin’ open wide,
No rich, no poor, just side by side,
From backwoods roads to city streets,
Every heart keeps perfect beat.
Chorus (repeat, add harmony — almost bluegrass gospel choir)
🎶 When God comes back with Jesus by His side… 🎶
Verse 3 (drop instruments briefly, build tension)
Moon turns silver, sky turns gold,
Ancient promises unfold,
Angels laughin’, children run,
Every shadow meets the sun.
Faith ain’t quiet, fear’s all gone,
Right feels right and wrong feels done,
Every knee down in the dust,
Every voice sings “Lord, we trust.”
Bridge (half-time, call-and-response gospel feel)
I hear the sound — (What sound?)
Of mercy rollin’ — (Rollin’ down!)
I see the sky — (Open wide!)
Hear heaven comin’ — (Here and now!)
No more waitin’, no more pain,
No more broken, no more chains.
Final Chorus (BIGGEST moment — hoedown revival)
🎶 When God comes back with Jesus by His side,
Glorious day, yeah the hills come alive,
Banjo rings and the mountains shout,
That’s what faith’s been talkin’ about,
From the graveyard stones to the newborn cry,
Death lays down and love stands high,
Oh stomp your feet, let the joy collide,
When God comes back and the hills come alive! 🎶
Outro (fiddle solo fading, crowd claps in rhythm)
So if you’re tired, if you’re worn,
Hold on tight — that day’s been sworn,
Raise your hands, lift your eyes,
Hear the hills… come alive.
🎶🎵
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