Dust motes dancin' in the afternoon sun Across the porch swing, where my childhood begun This old farmhouse, weathered and grey Whispers stories of yesterday Oh, Willow Creek, my home, my heart's sweet refrain Where fireflies danced and summer breezes rained Is there time left, just a little more time? To walk these fields, and hear the old church chime? To share a laugh with kin, beneath the oak tree's shade Before the memories fade, and the seasons all fade Aunt Millie's pies, a taste of heaven sent Uncle Jeb's stories, time so gently spent Cousins laughin', runnin' through the tall grass green The happiest days I've ever seen Oh, Willow Creek, my home, my heart's sweet refrain Where fireflies danced and summer breezes rained Is there time left, just a little more time? To walk these fields, and hear the old church chime? To share a laugh with kin, beneath the oak tree's shade Before the memories fade, and the seasons all fade Years have flown by, like leaves upon the breeze Carried away on the whispering trees But the love remains, a constant, gentle fire Burning brightly, taking me higher Oh, Willow Creek, my home, my heart's sweet refrain Where fireflies danced and summer breezes rained Is there time left, just a little more time? To walk these fields, and hear the old church chime? To share a laugh with kin, beneath the oak tree's shade Before the memories fade, and the seasons all fade Willow Creek, oh Willow Creek, I'll hold you dear These precious moments, year after year. Is there time left? Lord, I pray there's time... One more sweet moment, in this place of mine.