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There's a place near to me, where I'm longing to beWith my friends at the old country churchThere with mother we went, and our Sundays were spentWith our friends at the old country church.As a small country boy, how my heart beat with joyWhen I knelt in the old country churchAnd the Savior above, by His wonderful loveSaved my soul at the old country church.How I wish that today all the people would prayAs we prayed in the old country churchIf they'd only confess, Jesus surely would blessAs he did in the old country church.Of't my thoughts make me weep, for so many now sleepIn their graves near the old country churchAnd sometime I may rest, with the friends I love bestIn 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... Aus Songtexte Mania