There's a place dear to me where I'm longing to beWith my friends at the old country churchThere with mother, we went, and our Sundays were spentWith my friends at the old country churchPrecious years of memoriesOh, what joy they bring to meHow I long once more to beWith my friends at the old country churchAs a small country boy, how my heart beat with joyWhen I knelt in the old country churchAnd the Savior above, by His wonderful loveSaved my soul in the old country churchPrecious years of memoriesOh, what joy they bring to meHow I long once more to beWith my friends at the old country churchHow I wish that today all the people would prayAs they prayed in the old country churchIf they'd only confess, Jesus surely would blessAs He did in the old country churchPrecious years of memoriesOh, what joy they bring to meHow I long once more to beWith my friends at the old country churchPrecious years of memoriesOh, what joy they bring to meHow I long once more to beWith my friends at the old country churchWith my friends at the old country church
