It was on a quiet evening
from way across the valley
a guitar softly played
Bobby heard it first
picked the banjo up
filled in with just some notes
that he had made
down along the river bank
Freddy stopped his fishin'
with high strings on his mandolin
a haunting back up melody
joined in
Hal was walking from his chores
and heard the sound so sweetly
tucked the fiddle to his chin
bowed an old time fiddle song
that he'd been saving
soon the valley came alive
the hills were filled with singing
some sang songs 'bout Mary Lou
some sang gospels freely
Tiny stood a side
his standing upright bass
kept the timing honest
a smile on his lips
lovers loved that night
married folks held hands
kids sang lullaby's
farmers sang about the land
the old dog ....
well, he just laid down
over by the porch
I swore that
I had heard him humming
Grandpa wiped away a tear
wishing she were here to hear
the harmonies she loved so dear
the ones she sang so many years
with a voice so clear
it carried 'cross the valley
then Grandpa closed his eyes
and the valley once again stood still
silently .... in waiting
