House On a Hill

I love to go to that old white house on a hill
It pains me though I still trek through those open fields
The grass is grown and the trees stand old and strong
They sway while they are waiting for me to come and join in their song

And it's you, Jesus it's you
Oh it's you, Jesus it's only you

I remember the days where summers felt like years in that place
Where many adventures awaited us kids, acres away
Wild flowers and hay bales, mud pies and creek beds to find
They whisper while they're waiting for us to dance along to their rhyme

And it's you, Jesus it's you
Oh it's you, Jesus it's only you

I can still feel the love that grandma built running through the halls
She would sing and laugh and tell stories of our dad, how he grew up
She would tell of our great father and remind all us kids of His love
She'd smile while she was singing, waiting for us to sing along

So I follow the dirt road that I did before
And I breathe in the wind while I hear it roar
And I run to surprises, bare feet on the ground
And I burn from the heat of the sun beating down

And I scream silently inside myself
From the depths of a well that could easily drown
And I look to the sky as you capture my heart
I know you're everywhere I look, I know you're not far

And it's you, Jesus it's you
Oh it's you, Jesus it's only you
Oh it's you, Jesus it's only you
Oh it's you, everywhere I look is you