D              G              D                G
Well I've heard those city singers singin about how they can love
D               G             D              G
Deeper than the oceans higher than the stars above
D                    G             D                    G
well I come from the country and I know I ain't seen it all
      D                 G             Dsus4                D/A
But I heard that oceans salty and the stars they sometimes fall
    Em                               Bm              G
But that would not do justice to the way I feel for you
     D                 Em         G                 A
So I have to sing this song about all the things I knew


[Chorus]
            D                 G      D               G
My love is deeper than the holler, stronger than the rivers
Bm               G                  Em           A
Higher than the pine trees growin' tall upon the hill
           D              G               D       A    Bm
My love is purer than the snowflakes that fall in late December
     Em         D             G               
And honest as a robin on a springtime window sill
    Em               A               D
And longer than the song of the Whippoorwill


[Verse 2]
D                         G                     D             G
From the backroads to the broadway shows with a million miles between
D                         G               D              G
There's a least a million love songs that people love to sing
    Em                        Bm
And everyone is different and everyone's the same
   G            D              Em              A
so this is just another way of sayin the same thing


[Chorus]
            D                 G      D               G
My love is deeper than the holler, stronger than the rivers
Bm               G                  Em           A
Higher than the pine trees growin? tall upon the hill
           D              G               D       A    Bm               
My love is purer than the snowflakes that fall in late December
     Em         D             G               
And honest as a robin on a springtime window sill
    Em               A               D
And longer than the song of the Whippoorwill