Текст песни Stanley Brothers - Old Country Church
Stanley Brothers - Old Country Church слова песни
There`s a place dear to me where I`m longing to beWith my friends at the old country churchThere with mother we went, and our Sundays were spentWith my friends at the old country church Precious years precious years, sweet memory Oh what joy they bring to me How I long once more to be With my friends at the old country churchAs a small country boy, how my heart beat with joyAs I knelt at the old country churchThere with Jesus above in his wonderful loveSaved my soul at the old country churchHow I wish that today all the people would prayAs they did at the old country churchIf they`d only confess, Jesus surely would blessAs he did at the old country church