Thanks

Sunday morning in the valley We would gather for the service Emily Jane would run to meet me She'd smile at Poppa, kind a nervous All the people came from miles around As they sang: "Thanks to the Lord For the sun up in the sky For the corn that's growing high For the child that didn't die Thanks to the Lord For the crops and for the farm For the strength in my right arm And for keeping us from harm" And I say: "Thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks Thanks to the Lord for a girl like Emily Jane Came the day that we were married With all our folks in the congregation Emily Jane was like an angel The sweetest thing in all creations Poppa hugged me and my momma cried Everybody smiled with pride As they sang: "Thanks to the Lord For the sun up in the sky For the corn that's growing high For the child that didn't die Thanks to the Lord For the crops and for the farm For the strength in my right arm And for keeping us from harm" And I say: "Thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks Thanks to the Lord for a girl like Emily Jane"