[Verse] Sunlight filters through stained glass, softly paints the pews, Hands that played so long ago still whisper in the hues. Ivory worn like stories told beneath the chapel dome, Every note a gentle call that welcomes hearts back home. [Pre-Chorus] When the world falls quiet, and the shadows start to play, There’s a melody that carries all our fears away. [Chorus] Oh, that old church piano, singing hope into the air, Keys like tender lifelines, lifting burdens from despair. Every Sunday morning, hearts revive and spirits glow, In the arms of that old church piano’s hopeful flow. [Verse] Echoes of the faithful rise, a soft and steady stream, Promises once whispered now a bright and shining theme. Through the cracks and creaking beams, love’s refrain is found, In every chord, a blessing, a sacred holy sound. [Pre-Chorus] When the world falls quiet, and the shadows start to play, There’s a melody that carries all our fears away. [Chorus] Oh, that old church piano, singing hope into the air, Keys like tender lifelines, lifting burdens from despair. Every Sunday morning, hearts revive and spirits glow, In the arms of that old church piano’s hopeful flow. [Bridge] Soft and smoky, gentle hum, A song of where the light comes from. Graceful lines that rise and fall, A steady heart through it all. [Chorus] Oh, that old church piano, singing hope into the air, Keys like tender lifelines, lifting burdens from despair. Every Sunday morning, hearts revive and spirits glow, In the arms of that old church piano’s hopeful flow. [Outro] In the arms of that old church piano’s hopeful flow… Carrying Sunday hopes, forevermore.