Well, I've heard those city singers singing '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 ocean's 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 growing 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 a Whippoorwill 

From the backroads to the broadwayshows 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 
And this is just another way of saying the same thing 

My love is deeper that the holler, stronger than the rivers 
Higher than the pine trees growing 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 a Whippoorwill 

My love is deeper that the holler, stronger than the rivers 
Higher than the pine trees growing 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 a Whippoorwill

A Whippoorwill