Lyrics

[Verse]
Out in the open fields, the sun's shining down,
Old church bell ringing in our small town.
We gather 'round, each hand we hold,
Together to worship, young and old.

[Verse 2]
The mandolin’s playing, banjo strums along,
Voices lifted high in a gospel song.
Tractors parked, boots in the dirt,
Hearts on fire, putting faith first.

[Chorus]
We’re praising in the fields, under skies so blue,
Giving thanks for everything He’s done and will do.
In the rustle of the leaves, in the whisper of the wind,
We worship the Lord of Hosts, our dearest friend.

[Verse 3]
Cornfields waving like a sea of gold,
Stories of our fathers and faith retold.
Round the fire at night, the tales grow high,
Of love and grace that never says goodbye.

[Verse 4]
Old barn doors creak with a welcoming hush,
As we all come together in the twilight’s blush.
Fiddle tunes echo in the still summer night,
Faith so strong, it feels just right.

[Chorus]
We’re praising in the fields, under skies so blue,
Giving thanks for everything He’s done and will do.
In the rustle of the leaves, in the whisper of the wind,
We worship the Lord of Hosts, our dearest friend.