How I long once more to be with my friends At the old country church 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 it brings 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 As we knelt in the old country church If we only confess Jesus surely would bless As he did at the old country church
Precious years of memory Oh, what joy it brings to me How I long once more to be with My friends at the old country church
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