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   Oh, what joy it brings 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