There's a place dear to me where I'm longing to be With my friends at the old country church There with Mother we went and our Sundays were spent With our friends at the old country church
Precious years of memories Oh, what joy they bring to me How I'd love once more to be With my friends at the old country church
As a small country boy, how my heart beat with joy When we prayed in that old country church And I wish that today all the people would pray Like we did in the old country church
Precious years of memories Oh, what joy they bring to me How I'd love once more to be With my friends at the old country church
How I wish that today all the people would pray Like we prayed in that old country church If they'd only confess, Jesus surely would bless Like he blessed in that old country church
Precious years of memories Oh, what joy they bring to me How I'd love once more to be With my friends at the old country church They're my friends at the old country churchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
