well i've heard those city singers singin' 'bout how they can love
deeper than the oceans
higher than the stars above. well
i come from the country
and i know i ain't seen it all. but i heard that ocean's salty
and the stars
they sometimes fall. and that would not do justice to the way i feel for you. so i had to sing this song about all the things i knew. my love is deeper than the holler. stronger than the river. higher than the pine trees growin' tall upon the hill. my love is purer than the snowflakes
that fall in late december. and honest as a robin on a springtime window sill. and longer than the song of a whippoorwill. from the back roads to the broadway shows with a million miles between
there's a least a million love songs that people love to sing. and every one is different
and every one's the same. and this is just another way of sayin' the same thing. my love is deeper than the holler. stronger than the river. higher than the pine trees growin' tall upon the hill. my love is purer than the snowflakes
that fall in late december. and honest as a robin on a spring-time window sill. and longer than the song of a whippoorwill. my love is deeper than the holler. stronger than the river. higher than the pine trees growin' tall upon the hill. my love is purer than the snowflakes
that fall in late december. and honest as a robin on a spring-time window sill. and longer than the song of a whippoorwill. a whippoorwill