Old Country Church

How I long once more to be with my friends

At the old country church

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 it brings 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

As we knelt in the old country church

If we only confess Jesus surely would bless

As he did at the old country church

Precious years of memory

Oh, what joy it brings 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