Little Country Church House

There’s a little mountain church in my thoughts of yesterday

Where friends and family gathered for the Lord

There and old fashioned preacher taught the straight and narrow way

For what few coins the congregation could afford

Dressed in all out Sunday best we sat on pews of solid oak

And I remember how our voices filled the air

How mama sounded like an angel on those high soprano notes

And when the roll is called up yonder I’ll be there.

Looking back now that little mountain church house

Has become my life’s corner stone

It was there in that little mountain church house

I first heard the word I’ve based my life upon.

At the all day Sunday singing and dinner on the ground

Many were the souls that were revived

While my brothers and my sisters who’ve gone on to glory land

Slept in piece in the maple grove nearby