Old Country Church

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 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 Savior 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

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

Precious years of memories, oh what joy they bring to me
How I long once more to be,
With my friends at the old country church

Sung By The Oak Ridge Boys

  Little Green Valley

I love to go to the church where the healing waters flow,
Where I can be with the Christian friends I know,
That's where my soul and my spirit feel so free,
Somehow, it seems just like Heaven there to me.

Refrain
I love to go to the Church in the Little Green Valley,
That's where I found the Lord one day.
I love to go to the Church in the Little Green Valley,
That's where my sins were washed away.
That's where God's people sing the songs I love to hear,
That's where I feel the presence of my Lord so near.
I love to go to the Church in the Little Green Valley,
That's where my sins were washed away.

I love to sing all the songs, that I learn't at Mother's knee,
Songs of salvation, how the Lord has set me free;
No higher praise sung by angel choirs above
Equals the songs about our Savior's Love

Refrain
I love to go to the Church in the Little Green Valley,
That's where I found the Lord one day.
I love to go to the Church in the Little Green Valley,
That's where my sins were washed away.
That's where God's people sing the songs I love to hear,
That's where I feel the presence of my Lord so near.
I love to go to the Church in the Little Green Valley,
That's where my sins were washed away.

Words and music by Fay Marquis Parker
© Singspiraton 1960

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