Текст песни
Lewis Wetzel's shadow still whispers in the trees
Frontier's wild winds carry tales on the breeze
Campfire smoke curls soft in the autumn air
A county born of courage, bold and rare
Reader's fields smelled sweet with the fresh cut hay
Hundred's hammers rang at the break of day
Union hearts stood firm when the call was made
Fishing Creek sang strong in the hills' green shade
Blood, bells, and glass, the work we do
Northern hills stand tall, overlooked but true
Songs of labor rise, proud voices crowd
Strong and clear, we sing it loud
Gas flames kissed the night with a fiery glow
Engines roared like thunder in valleys low
Benedum and Trees brought fortune, sweat, and fire
Love burned bright and lifted dreams much higher
Paden's glass shone clear in the morning light
Marbles clicked and rolled, children's laughter bright
County fairs brought joy with the band's parade
Tourists walked the streets where the crafts were made
Floods on Fishing Creek left the mud's sharp smell
Church bells tolled through storms, hope their voices tell
Magnolia's cheers rang loud on autumn nights
Hydro's power flows, keeping future bright
Blood, bells, and glass, the work we do
Northern hills stand tall, overlooked but true
Songs of labor rise, proud voices crowd
Strong and clear, we sing it loud
From Fishing Creek to Ohio's wide stream
Songs of labor rise like a living dream
Smell of oak and sound of the fairground cheer
Roots run deep, holding all we hold dear
Blood, bells, and glass, the work we do
Northern hills stand tall, overlooked but true
Songs of labor rise, proud voices crowd
Strong and clear, we sing it loud
Blood, bells, and glass, the work we do
Northern hills stand tall, overlooked but true
Songs of labor rise, proud voices crowd
Strong and clear, we sing it loud
Blood, bells, and glass, the work we do
Northern hills stand tall, overlooked but true