There's a place dear 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 precious years sweet memory

Oh what joy they bring to me

How I long once more to be

With my friends at the old country church

As a small country girl how my heart beat with joy

When I knelt at the old country church

There with Jesus above by his wonderful love

Saved my soul in the old country church

Precious years precious years sweet memory

Oh what joy they bring to me

How I long once more to be

With my friends at the old country church

Of 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

With my friends at the old country church