[Verse]
Down a dirt road where the wildflowers grow,
Stands a steeple reaching high and low.
The wooden pews, worn smooth with time,
Hold the whispers of a faith divine.
[Chorus]
Oh, the country church, where the light shines through,
Stained glass stories in a rainbow hue.
With every hymn, my soul takes flight,
In that country church on a Sunday night.
[Verse]
The preacher’s voice, it rolls like the hills,
Speaking of grace and the good Lord's will.
The choir sings with hearts open wide,
Their voices echo through the countryside.
[Chorus]
Oh, the country church, where the light shines through,
Stained glass stories in a rainbow hue.
With every hymn, my soul takes flight,
In that country church on a Sunday night.
[Bridge]
The bell rings out, calling us home,
Through fields of corn and the setting sun’s glow.
It’s more than a building, it’s a part of me,
A place where the spirit runs wild and free.
[Chorus]
Oh, the country church, where the light shines through,
Stained glass stories in a rainbow hue.
With every hymn, my soul takes flight,
In that country church on a Sunday night.