Well I've heard those city singers singin' 'bout how they can love.
Deeper than the oceans higher than the stars a -bove.
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 a 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 De -cember.
And honest as a robin on a springtime window sill.
And longer than the song of a whippoor-
-will
From the back-roads to the Broadway shows with a million miles be -tween
There's a least a million love songs that people love to sing
And everyone is different and everyone's the same
An' this is just a -nother 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 De -cember
And ho nest as a robin on a springtime window sill
And longer than the song of a whippoor-
will
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 De -cember
And honest as a robin on a springtime window sill
And longer than the song of a whippoor-
will
A whippoor will
