---

There's a place near to me, where I'm longing to be
With my friends at the old country church
There with mother we went and our Sundays we spent
With our friends at the old country church

Precious years of memories
Oh, what joy they bring to me
How I long once more to be
With my friends at the old country church

As a small country boy, how my heart beat with joy
When I looked in that old country church
And the saviour above in His wonderful love
Save my soul at the old country church

Precious years of memories
Oh, what joy they bring to me
How I long once more to be
With my friends at the old country church

How I wish that today all the people would pray
As we prayed in that old country church
If they'd only confess, Jesus surely would bless
As He did in the old country church

Precious years of memories
Oh, what joy they bring to me
How I long once more to be
With my friends at the old country church

Oh my thoughts make me weak for so many hours I weep
In that grave near the old country church
May I rest with my friends in that grave in the end
In the grave near the old country church

Precious years of memories
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.