[Johnny Wright]
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...
With my friends at the old country church