Little Town
I come from a small town
Where the streets are dirt
Where folks still gather 'round
To share a word
This is where I learned to love
To hope and pray
Where the skies are always blue
And the fields are green and gay
And every night
I thank the Lord above
For the life I've lived
In this little town
The church bell rings on Sunday morn
And you can hear the old hymns
A sweet sweet song
I've seen the world beyond
And all its sights
But there's no place like home
In the warm firelight
This is where I learned to love
To hope and pray
Where the skies are always blue
And the fields are green and gay
And every night
I thank the Lord above
For the life I've lived
In this little town
Where the laughter of children
Fills the air
And you can smell the fresh baked pie
And grandma's special care
This is where I learned to love
To hope and pray
Where the skies are always blue
And the fields are green and gay
And every night
I thank the Lord above
For the life I've lived
In this little town
Sometimes I get to thinking
Of the roads I left behind
But I know deep down inside
This is where I'll always find
The comfort of familiar faces
And the love that never fades
This is where I belong
In this little town
This is where I learned to love
To hope and pray
Where the skies are always blue
And the fields are green and gay
And every night
I thank the Lord above
For the life I've lived
In this little town
So here's to the memories
Of the days gone by
To the friends and family
And the reason why
This is where I learned to love
To hope and pray
Where the skies are always blue
And the fields are green and gay
And every night
I thank the Lord above
For the life I've lived
In this little town
I wouldn't trade this life
For anything in the world
For the life I've lived
In this little town
Where the streets are dirt
Where folks still gather 'round
To share a word
This is where I learned to love
To hope and pray
Where the skies are always blue
And the fields are green and gay
And every night
I thank the Lord above
For the life I've lived
In this little town
The church bell rings on Sunday morn
And you can hear the old hymns
A sweet sweet song
I've seen the world beyond
And all its sights
But there's no place like home
In the warm firelight
This is where I learned to love
To hope and pray
Where the skies are always blue
And the fields are green and gay
And every night
I thank the Lord above
For the life I've lived
In this little town
Where the laughter of children
Fills the air
And you can smell the fresh baked pie
And grandma's special care
This is where I learned to love
To hope and pray
Where the skies are always blue
And the fields are green and gay
And every night
I thank the Lord above
For the life I've lived
In this little town
Sometimes I get to thinking
Of the roads I left behind
But I know deep down inside
This is where I'll always find
The comfort of familiar faces
And the love that never fades
This is where I belong
In this little town
This is where I learned to love
To hope and pray
Where the skies are always blue
And the fields are green and gay
And every night
I thank the Lord above
For the life I've lived
In this little town
So here's to the memories
Of the days gone by
To the friends and family
And the reason why
This is where I learned to love
To hope and pray
Where the skies are always blue
And the fields are green and gay
And every night
I thank the Lord above
For the life I've lived
In this little town
I wouldn't trade this life
For anything in the world
For the life I've lived
In this little town
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Lindblad
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