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
 There with mother we went and our Sundays were spent
 With our friends at the old country church
 As a small country boy, how my heart beat with joy
 When I knelt in the old country church
 And the Savior above, by His wonderful love
 Saved my soul at the old country church
 How I wish that today all the people would pray
 As we prayed in the old country church
 If they'd only confess, Jesus surely would bless
 As he did in the old country church
 Of't my thoughts make me weep, for so many now sleep
 In their graves near the old country church
 And sometime I may rest, with the friends I love best
 In a grave near the old country church
 Precious years of memories, (memories)
 Oh what joy they bring to me (they bring to me)
 How I long once more to be
 With my friends at the old country church