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| There's a | place dear to me where I'm | longing to | be |
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| With my friends at the old country | church |
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| Where with | mother we went and our | Sunday's were | spent |
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| With our 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 saviour above by His wonderful love |
| Saved my soul at the old country church |
| How I wish that today all the people would pray |
| As we prayed in the old country church |
| If they'd only confess Jesus surely would bless |
| As He did in the old country church |
| Oft 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 |
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| Precious | years of memories |
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| Oh what | joy they bring to | me |
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| How I hope once more to | be |
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| With | my friends at the | old country | church |