Jan Howard Lyrics Old Country Church

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Song name Old Country Church
Artist Jan Howard
Album "Singing His Praise (with Bill Anderson)"

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(J.D. Sumner - James W. Vaughn)

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 they bring to me
How I long once more to be
With my friends at the old country church.

Sometimes in fond mem'ry
my thoughts go back to the old country church
That I attened as a boy
You know it's kinda funny
How we cling to old bygone days
And bygone places isn't it?

Why it seems like only yesterday
That my mother took my childish hand in hers
And led me slowly down that long winding path
To hear the word of God.

And I seem to sense his presence more
Strongly there than anyplace I've ever known
There with the singin' of the birds
And the humming of the bees
I knew that God was surely there
I knew it just as sure as if he'd laid his hand on my shoulder
And said welcome to my house son.

Ah, but years have passed and times has brought
Many heartaches and many tears
I've seen my mother pass onto the great beyond
And many loved ones have followed
And I'd seen them go with dispairing hearts and tear dimmed eyes
And now in later days as I stroll along.

The grassy footpaths to the old country churchyard
And I view the final resting place of my departed kin
I'm consoled by the thought that their sleep is a happy one
There in the place where God and men are one
And once again I seem to hear the voice of our gentle shepher saing
Welcome welcome to my house my son.

Precious years with memory...

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