There's a legend about a church in our
town the steeple so high seen for miles around
Look on the hill and you'll realize
the steeple's too big for the churches size
It seems it was a long time ago when
this church had no steeple
Just four walls and the roof overhead
sheltered the humble people
But the money was short cause
the times were bad
They had to get along on what they had
Just good simple people
praying for a steeple
About this time when spring was near a man
of weath and his sweetheart dear
Made their plans for the bells to ring they
would wed on the first of spring
So this man of wealth and his true love
dear named the wedding hours
They would wed in the little church
the one that had no towers
But he was the kind and generous man
he told his true love of his plan
How to build a steeple for
these good people
Yes they'll have their steeple
the bells there will ring
They'll ring for our wedding
on the first day of spring
But they say death comes like a thief and
soon his heart was filled with grief
One week before the wedding day he
learned his love has passed away
in spite of his grief and broken heart
he kept the promise given
I'll build the steeple so my love
can hear the bells in heaven
And then he built the steeple there
the tallest one in all the land
That's how the people got their steeple
Well that is the reason the
steeple lives so high
And how the bells ring
louder when springtime is nigh