There's a legend about a church in our town the steeple so high seen for miles around Look on the hill and you'll realize the steeple's too big for the churches size It seemes it was a long time ago when this church had no steeple Just four walls and the roof overhead sheltered the humble people But the money was short cause the times were bad They had to get along on what they had Just good simple people praying for a steeple About this time when spring was near a man of weath and his sweetheart dear Made their plans for the bells to ring they would wed on the first of spring So this man of wealth and his true love dear named the wedding hours They would wed in the little church the one that had no towers But he was the kind and generous man he told his true love of his plan How to build a steeple for these good people Yes they'll have their steeple the bells there will ring They'll ring for our wedding on the first day of spring But they say death comes like a thief and soon his heart was filled with grief One week before the wedding day he learned his love has passed away Inspite of his grief and broken heart he kept the promise given I'll build the steeple so my love can hear the bells in heaven And then he built the steeple there the tallest one in all the land That's how the people got their steeple Well that is the reason the steeple lives so high And how the bells ring louder when springtime is nighTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
