The Old Country Church

The Old Country Church - The Oak Ridge Boys

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 joy they bring to me

They bring to me

How I long once more to be

With my friends at the old country church