There's a little mountain church in my thoughts of yesterday   Where friends and family gathered for the Lord   Where an ol' fashioned preacher taught the straight and narrow way   For what few coins the congregation could afford      Dressed in all our Sunday best, we sat on pews of solid oak   And I remember how our voices filled the air   How Mama sounded like an angel on those high soprano notes   And "When the Roll is Called Up Yonder I'll Be There"      Looking back now that little mountain church house   Has become my lifes cornerstone   It was there in that little mountain church house   I first heard the words I based my life upon      At the all day Sunday singing, with dinner on the ground   Many were the souls that were revived   While the brothers and the sisters who've gone on to Gloryland   Slept in peace in the maple grove nearby