Where Her Heart Has Always Been – Alan Jackson

The morning light was soft and low
The clouds had left an early snow
A peaceful sound was calling low
It’s time to go

Then God reached out his tender hand
And gently pulled her home with him
And brushed away the sorrow from
Her soul within

And I could hear the roses sing
A bluebird softly claps its wings
The sun seemed brighter than it’s ever been

And now she’s dancing in the wind
With her true love again
Where her heart has always been
Where her heart has always been

And I could hear the roses sing
A bluebird softly claps its wings
The sun seemed brighter than it’s ever been

And now she’s dancing in the wind
With her true love again
Where her heart has always been
Where her heart has always been
Where her heart has always been

The morning light was soft and low
The clouds had left an early snow