[Verse] Morning light spills on the hay-strewn floor, A hymn drifts in through the barn door. Wind hums low on the wooden beam, Like a prayer that’s been here for a thousand dreams. [Pre-Chorus] No choir robes, no stained glass high, Just the rustle of wings and the hush of the sky— But the sound is holy, quiet and clear, Like the earth itself is singing with prayer. [Chorus] Oh, I can hear it now, soft as the dew, A gospel thread in the morning’s blue. No need for words, it’s the soul that sings, Through the open door and the sunlit wings. Oh, I can hear it—yes, I can hear it— The world is whole, and the song’s still here. [Verse] A calf stands still, ears twitching high, Listening to the voice that knows no lie. The old plow rests, the tools are still, But the music walks through the dust and the will. [Pre-Chorus] No hymnal book, no preacher’s hand, Just the wind and the light and a voice so grand— Not loud, not proud, but deep and true, Like the peace that comes from loving and doing. [Chorus] Oh, I can hear it now, soft as the dew, A gospel thread in the morning’s blue. No need for words, it’s the soul that sings, Through the open door and the sunlit wings. Oh, I can hear it—yes, I can hear it— The world is whole, and the song’s still here. [Bridge] And when the night pulls down the veil, And the stars come out to whisper the tale— I’ll carry that tune on the wind’s last breath, A promise not lost, a love that’s deathless. [Chorus] Oh, I can hear it now, soft as the dew, A gospel thread in the morning’s blue. No need for words, it’s the soul that sings, Through the open door and the sunlit wings. Oh, I can hear it—yes, I can hear it— The world is whole, and the song’s still here. [Outro] Yeah, the song’s still here… In the rustle, the hush, the light on the floor… The song’s still here… Oh, the song’s still here…