Lyrics

[Verse]
The sun rises over fields of green,
Where dreams are born and troubles wean,
A new dawn cracks in the morning haze,
Bringing hope to our winding ways.

[Verse 2]
In the church house on a Sunday morn',
Voices rise and hearts are reborn,
The old and young, they sing along,
Finding strength where they belong.

[Chorus]
It's the great awakening, hear the call,
From the mountains high to the valleys small,
Every soul is searching, breaking free,
Finding truth in the land of the free.

[Verse 3]
Grandpa's tales by the fireside,
Of hard times faced, but never cried,
He speaks of faith and hands that heal,
In a world that sometimes feels too real.

[Verse 4]
Down by the river, the waters flow,
Washing away where burdens go,
Birds singing sweetly, a sacred tune,
Beneath the light of a silver moon.

[Chorus]
It's the great awakening, hear the call,
From the mountains high to the valleys small,
Every soul is searching, breaking free,
Finding truth in the land of the free.