The Old Country Church There's a place near to me, where I'm longing to be As a small country boy, how my heart beat with joy How I wish that today all the people would pray Of't my thoughts make me weep, for so many now sleep Precious years of memories,
Oak Ridge Boys
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.
When I knelt in the old country church
And the Savior above, by His wonderful love
Saved my soul at the old country church.
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.
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.
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...
