The Pastor Keeps Rolling Along

Over hill, over vale, we’re not over Pastor Dale, though the pastor is rolling along.
In – now out, is the shout. I, myself, will sit and pout, since the pastor is rolling along.
From the “hi” he gave to the food the ladies saved, keeping up the energy so strong.
And where’re you go, you will always know that the prayers here keep rolling along.

Over hill, over vale, always looking for that sale and the pastor keeps searching along.
Fortunate is the truth, he gleans food just like in Ruth, and the pastor keeps searching along.
For it’s “yum, yum, yum, can’t I just have some?”. Count down the calories as one.
For where’re you go, you will always know that our menu keeps rolling along.

Over hill, over vale, please quit driving on my tail, cause the pastor is driving along.
In and out, up and down, wheels are supposed to go around and the pastor keeps driving along.
For it’s “hey, hey, hey, please stay out of my way”. Confession is the nature of that song.
So, where’re you drive, folks will stay alive, for the pastor keeps driving along.

Over hill, over vale, pastor loves to do email and the pastor keeps typing along.
Hunt and peck – will he check, Sunday sermons will be next, and the pastor keeps typing along.
And it’s one-two-three, how many did you see, of emails that ended up sent wrong?
And however you type, folks will trust the hype, that the pastor keeps typing along.

Over hill, over vale, our support will never fail, as the pastor starts rolling along.
Down the road, heavy load, just do what the Lord has told, and the pastor keeps rolling along.
Though it’s “bye bye” here, we want to make it clear: to Living Springs you always will belong.
And where’re you go, grace will always grow, cause our pastor keeps trusting along.