SONGWRITER:  Jessica Hershey
Email: jamiehershey2@gmail.com



The Sycamore trees and Red Bud leaves are starting to turn brown
Reminding me the seasons here are changin' 'round
It won't be long before the ice has covered that swimmin' hole
I'm not sure what heaven's like but there's one thing I know

           I pray that Heaven looks just like my childhood country home 
           With corn as high as an elephant's eye and fields that I can roam
           Where the night sky's filled with shining stars
           And the air with cricket song
           I pray that Heaven looks just like my childhood country home 

Friday nights in the square dance lights everyone twirling round  
Someone rings that dinner bell, my favorite sound
We gorge on food but save some room for Strawberry Rhubarb pie
When the good Lord comes for me on the day I die


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