Voices of the Heartland

Lyrics

[Verse]
In a little church by the railroad tracks,
Voices rise, ain't no looking back,
Farmers, teachers, and kinfolk strong,
Finding grace in a simple song.

[Verse 2]
Pews of oak and stained glass light,
Sunday morning, everything feels right,
Harmony from souls worn and true,
Singing dreams in a rural pew.

[Chorus]
Oh, the choir, let their voices ring,
Simple hearts with a song to bring,
From fields of gold to the town's old well,
Faith and love in the notes they tell.

[Verse 3]
Evening comes, and the sun dips low,
Old John leads with a voice pure and slow,
Silent tears for the paths we've walked,
In this choir, the soul's unlocked.

[Verse 4]
Every note holds a story dear,
Echoes of laughter, burdens and cheer,
In this place where the heart beats free,
Music binds, from "you" to "me."

[Bridge]
From the mountain ridge to the prairie's end,
These songs of hope and love's amend,
In this quiet town, the songs do blend,
And every voice becomes a friend.