William Lee Golden and The Goldens - Old Country Church Lyrics

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
Precious years of memory
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 knelt in the old country church
And the Savior above thy his wonderful love
Saved my soul at the old country church
Precious years of memory
Oh what joy they bring to me
How I long once more to be
With my friends at the old country church
Of't my thoughts make me weep, for so many now sleep
In a graves near the old country church
And someday I may rest, with the ones I love best
In a 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
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
With my friends at the old country church