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 nigh