Echoes in the Hollow

In the quiet of the morning, when the sun begins to creep

Shadows dance upon the curtains, secrets that the old house keeps

Another day is dawning, another chance to find my way

Through the fields of memory, where forgotten feelings stay

Oh, the echoes in the hollow, where the wind begins to sigh

Whispering of tomorrow, underneath a lonely sky

A country hymn, a gentle sorrow, a tear that I can't deny

Haunting me, it follows, as the days go passing by

Mama sang it by the fire, a melody of grace

Stories whispered in the choir, etched upon her weary face

A simple prayer, a deep desire, for comfort in this sacred space

Reaching ever higher, leaving not a single trace

Oh, the echoes in the hollow, where the wind begins to sigh

Whispering of tomorrow, underneath a lonely sky

A country hymn, a gentle sorrow, a tear that I can't deny

Haunting me, it follows, as the days go passing by

The rhythm of the heartland, slow and steady, deep and true

Like the river through the sand, every morning fresh and new

A promise held within my hand, a love that always sees me through

Across this weary land, I'll always be with you

Oh, the echoes in the hollow, where the wind begins to sigh

Whispering of tomorrow, underneath a lonely sky

A country hymn, a gentle sorrow, a tear that I can't deny

Haunting me, it follows, as the days go passing by

Intimate and sparse, a whisper in the air

A moody touch, a haunting care, a soul laid bare

Forever bound, beyond compare, a love that's always there

In the quiet, I will share, this beautiful, raw prayer.