Bill Anderson - 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

Where 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.

Sometimes in fond mem'ry

My thoughts go back to the old country church

That I attened as a boy

You know it's kinda funny how we cling

To old bygone days and bygone places isn't it

Why it seems like only yesterday

That my mother took my childish hand in hers

And led me slowly down that long

Winding path to hear the word of God

And I seem to sense his presence

More strongly there than anyplace I've ever known

There with the singin' of the birds

And the humming of the bees.

I knew that God was surely there

I knew it just as sure as if he'd laid his hand on my shoulder

And said welcome to my house son

Ah, but years have passed and times

Has brought many heartaches and many tears

I've seen my mother pass onto the

Great beyond and many loved ones have followed

And I'd seen them go with dispairing

Hearts and tear dimmed eyes

And now in later days as I stroll along

The grassy footpaths to the old country churchyard

And I view the final resting place of my departed kin

I'm consoled by the thought that their sleep is a happy one

There in the place where God and men are one

And once again I seem to hear

The voice of our gentle shepherd saying

Welcome, welcome to my house my son.

Precious years with memory

Oh, what joy they bring to me

How I long once more to be

With my friends at the old country church...