Lyrics
I can barely hear your spirit speaking softly
Reaching through them pines, I hear it callin'
That Whippoorwills song is something holy
Singing our name in high praises
Take me where our names are carved under that oak tree
And when I die, I hope they bury me in a box in Green Cove Springs
The St. John's river, she runs right through me
She's singing our name in high praises
A version of me is somewhere, still out on those dirt roads
Rasin' hell on earth and patiently speaking out of turn
I don't know if it's all the mud where these lessons were learned
Where I was singing our name in high praises
I outstretched my hand and felt the spirit move through
At public swimming pools and weekend Barbecues
They say you don't know me and I barely recognise you
But I'm still singing our name in high praises
Still singing our name in high praises
(Looking up)
(Looking up)
Written by: Jacob Allen
