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 my friends at the old country church.      Precious years of memories,   Oh what joy they bring to me ( they bring 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   When I knelt in the old country church   And the Savior above, by His wonderful love   Saved my soul in the old country church.      Precious years of memories,   Oh what joy they bring to me ( they bring to me)   How I long once more to be,   With my friends at 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 ( they bring to me)   How I long once more to be,   With my friends 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.      Precious years of memories,   Oh what joy they bring to me ( they bring to me)   How I long once more to be,   With my friends at the old country church...