There's a place near to me, where I'm longing to benwith my friends at the old country churchnThere with mother we went, and our Sundays were spentnWith my friends at the old country church.nnPrecious years of memories,nOh what joy they bring to me ( they bring to me)nHow I long once more to be,nWith my friends at the old country church...nnAs a small country boy, how my heart beat with joynWhen I knelt in the old country churchnAnd the Savior above, by His wonderful lovenSaved my soul in the old country church.nnPrecious years of memories,nOh what joy they bring to me ( they bring to me)nHow I long once more to be,nWith my friends at the old country church...nnOf't my thoughts make me weep, for so many now sleepnIn their graves near the old country churchnAnd sometime I may rest, with the friends I love bestnIn a grave near the old country church.nnPrecious years of memories,nOh what joy they bring to me ( they bring to me)nHow I long once more to be,nWith my friends at the old country church...nnHow I wish that today all the people would praynAs we prayed in the old country churchnIf they'd only confess, Jesus surely would blessnAs he did in the old country church.nnPrecious years of memories,nOh what joy they bring to me ( they bring to me)nHow I long once more to be,nWith my friends at the old country church...n