(Paul Overstreet/Don Schlitz)
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 oceans salty and the stars they sometimes fall
But that would not do justice to the way I feel for you
So I have to sing this song about all the things I knew
My love is deeper that the holler, stronger than the rivers
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 the Whippoorwill
From the backroads to the broadway shows with a million miles between
There`s a least a million love songs that people love to sing
And everyone is different and everyone`s the same
So this is just another way of sayin` the same thing
My love is deeper that the holler, stronger than the rivers
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 the Whippoorwill
My love is deeper that the holler, stronger than the rivers
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 the Whippoorwill