There's a place dear to me Where I'm longing to be With my friends at the old country church Where with mother we went And our Sundays were spent With our friends at the old country church.
Precious years of memory Oh, what joy they bring to me How I long once more to be With my friends at the old country church.
Sometimes in fond mem'ry My thoughts go back to the old country church That I attened as a boy You know it's kinda funny how we cling To old bygone days and bygone places isn't it Why it seems like only yesterday That my mother took my childish hand in hers And led me slowly down that long Winding path to hear the word of God And I seem to sense his presence More strongly there than anyplace I've ever known There with the singin' of the birds And the humming of the bees.
I knew that God was surely there I knew it just as sure as if he'd laid his hand on my shoulder And said welcome to my house son Ah, but years have passed and times Has brought many heartaches and many tears I've seen my mother pass onto the Great beyond and many loved ones have followed And I'd seen them go with dispairing Hearts and tear dimmed eyes
And now in later days as I stroll along The grassy footpaths to the old country churchyard And I view the final resting place of my departed kin I'm consoled by the thought that their sleep is a happy one There in the place where God and men are one And once again I seem to hear The voice of our gentle shepherd saying Welcome, welcome to my house my son.
Precious years with memory Oh, what joy they bring to me How I long once more to be With my friends at the old country church...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
