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 windowsill

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 windowsill

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 windowsill

And longer than the song of the whippoorwill