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