[Verse] In the morning light, the rooster crows, Fog wraps the hills, and the river flows, Old man Wilson with his plow in hand, Turning the soil on this blessed land. [Verse 2] Mama's frying bacon on the cast iron pan, Daddy's reading headlines about 'the promised land,' Little sister dances with her raggedy doll, Life's a simple treasure in this mountain hall. [Chorus] The country gazette, it tells our tale, From the ridge-tip pines to the valley scale, Paper and ink, love and lore, In every line, there's so much more. [Verse 3] Mr. Harper's store on the end of Main, Selling yarn and stories through the window pane, Grandma's quilt, every stitch a piece, Of the life we cherish and the peace we seek. [Verse 4] Kids sneak in the creek behind old Doc's mill, Fishing poles and secrets, time standing still, Evening shadows stretch across the fields, Summertime harmony, the joy it yields. [Chorus] The country gazette, it tells our tale, From the ridge-tip pines to the valley scale, Paper and ink, love and lore, In every line, there's so much more.