There's a legend about a Church in our town   The steeple so high had 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 wreath 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 a kind and generous man he told his true love of his plan   I'll 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 had passed away      Inspite 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 ground the tallest one in all the land   That's how the people got their steeple      Well that is the reason   The steeple is so high   And why the bells ring louder   When springtime is night