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 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
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 in 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
How I wish that today all the people would pray
As they prayed in the old country church
If they'd only confess, Jesus surely would bless
As He did in 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
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