Webb Pierce - Old Country Church lyrics

There's a place near 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 that place 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 that place to be With my friends at the old country church Of't my thoughts make me weep for so many now sleep In their graves near the old country church And sometime I may rest with the friends I love best In a grave near the old country church