Wayne Orr

Verse 1
We were just kids on an old dirt road,
Saplings of faith where the bluegrass grows.
You sang amen with a twang in your cheek,
Dusty pews and the creek’s soft beat.

Refrain
Oh, our love’s a fiddle’s cry, Tuned by time ‘neath God’s wide sky. Hand in hand, we’ll till and tend, ‘Til the harvest has no end.

Verse 2
Life threw stones, but we built a home,
Calloused palms, homemade wine, firefly glow.
You darned my jeans, I patched the eaves,
Prayers like smoke from the hickory leaves.

Refrain
Oh, our love’s a fiddle’s cry, Tuned by time ‘neath God’s wide sky. Hand in hand, we’ll till and tend, ‘Til the harvest has no end.

Bridge
When the last creek runs and the pines all sigh,
We’ll hitch our souls to the Great By-and-By.
No grave, no stone—just a front porch swing,
In the house He built where the choirbirds sing.

Verse 3
Now the grandkids spin in the yard we cleared,
Your voice still steady, my beard turned sheer.
We’ll fade like cornstalks, frost-kissed and lean,
But Heaven’s roots stay evergreen.

Refrain
Oh, our love’s a fiddle’s cry, Tuned by time ‘nce God’s wide sky. Hand in hand, we’ll till and tend, ‘Til the harvest has no end.

Outro (whispered, with harmonica hum)
Every laugh line’s a lullaby,
Every gray hair’s a cloud in God’s sky.
We’ll be two oaks in the sweet bye-and-bye—
Barnwood and hymns, you and I.