2 acessos
D G D G Well I've heard those city singers singin' 'bout how they can love. D G D G Deeper than the oceans higher than the stars a -bove. D G D G Well I come from the country and I know I ain't seen it all. D G D G D But I heard that ocean's salty and the stars they sometimes fall. Em F#m And that would not do justice to the way I feel for you. G F#m Em A So I had to sing a song about all the things I knew. [Chorus] D G D G My love is deeper than the holler, stronger than the river. Bm Em G A Higher than the pine trees growin' tall upon the hill. D G D D/C# Bm My love is purer than the snowflakes, that fall in late De -cember. Em F#m G And honest as a robin on a springtime window sill. Em A And longer than the song of a whippoor- [Interlude] D Bm Em A -will [Verse 2] D G D G From the back-roads to the Broadway shows with a million miles be -tween D G D G D There's a least a million love songs that people love to sing Em F#m And everyone is different and everyone's the same G F#m Em A An' this is just a -nother way of sayin' the same thing [Chorus] D G D G My love is deeper than the holler, stronger than the river Bm Em G A Higher than the pine trees growin' tall upon the hill D G D D/C# Bm My love is purer than the snowflakes that fall in late De -cember Em F#m G And ho nest as a robin on a springtime window sill Em A And longer than the song of a whippoor- D Bm Em A will D Bm Em A [Chorus] D G D G My love is deeper than the holler, stronger than the river Bm Em G A Higher than the pine trees growin' tall upon the hill D G D D/C# Bm My love is purer than the snowflakes that fall in late De -cember Em F#m G And honest as a robin on a springtime window sill Em A And longer than the song of a whippoor- D Bm Em A will D A whippoor will Bm Em A D