Old Town Church

[Verse]
There's a bell that rings in the crooked sky
By the old town church where the winds don't lie
The windows cracked but the stories hum
Of voices past and the souls to come
[Chorus]
Oh the walls they whisper a hallowed tune
Under the gaze of the stubborn moon
Where faith and time forever merge
In the quiet hours at the old town church
[Verse 2]
Candles flicker like ghosts in retreat
Dusty pews cradle the weight of defeat
The preacher's hat still hangs by the door
But his words don't echo anymore
[Bridge]
Shadows dance where the sunlight fades
Memories linger in the stone cascade
Footprints worn on the ancient wood
A testament to the misunderstood
[Chorus]
Oh the walls they whisper a hallowed tune
Under the gaze of the stubborn moon
Where faith and time forever merge
In the quiet hours at the old town church
[Verse 3]
Streetlamps shy from the midnight dark
While stars ignite an endless spark
We find our peace in the crumble and dirt
And solace lives in the old town church

reflective, folk, acoustic