They came one week, and left the nextThen all the stalks were bareThe most beautiful sounds your ears ever heard came from our fields out thereFrom my back porch, I could see through the haze and hear 30 some old souls, their loud praises raisedTo the God who had freed their kin before and now all crossing over Jordan's white shoreThe words were clear but I could tell, the mournful songs their hеarts knew wellAnd all the hymns of еndless joy, to show this whole world it could not destroyThe faith they had in God above, singing loudly of their saviors loveNot much else can I recall, of how they came and went each fallBut in my heart they're planted deep, those haunting melodies repeatOf when they came one week, and left next week, and all the stalks were bare
