Upshur County: Courthouse Bells Still Chime

Where Iroquois and Shawnee walked the land

And Delaware with Mingo shared the span

The Buckhannon ran its pathways through the green

With French Creek calling stories yet unseen

The Pringle brothers carved their life from wood

In a great old sycamore in sixty four they stood

From river bends to Rock Cave's fertile ground

And early farms and cabins spread around

Upshur County, rise and let your story stand

Your river lifts the voices flowing through the land

And courthouse bells still chime through all the streets we share

A promise kept that Upshur County matters there

The soldiers' ranks moved into Buckhannon town

As shifting lines of Blue and Gray came down

With statehood dawning in June '63

This county stood for hope and liberty

The timber camps of Ten Mile shaped the land

And one‑room schools in hollows taught by hand

With Adrian's coal once fueling the valley's span

While Audra's rails cut deep through hardwood stands

The Strawberry Festival still fills Main Street

Where Wesleyan's halls keep learning's steady beat

From Sago's sorrow, strength and faith have grown

As Little Kanawha keeps Fidler's Mill well‑known

Upshur County, rise and let your story stand

Your river lifts the voices flowing through the land

And courthouse bells still chime through all the streets we share

A promise kept that Upshur County matters there

The hills remember footsteps fading through the pines

They hold the echoes, keeping watch along the lines

From ridge to river every tale is yours to keep

A mountain song that rises where the valleys sleep

Upshur County, rise and let your story stand

Your river lifts the voices flowing through the land

And courthouse bells still chime through all the streets we share

A promise kept that Upshur County matters there

Upshur County, rise and let your story stand

Your river lifts the voices flowing through the land