Little Mountain Church House


There's a little mountain church in my thoughts of yesterday,

Where friends and family gathered for the Lord,

There an old fashioned preacher taught the straight and narrow way

For  what few coins the congregation  could afford,

Dressed in all our Sunday best  we sat on pews of solid oak,

And I remember how our voices filled the air,

How mama sounded like an angel, on those high soprano notes,

And when the roll is called up yonder  I'll be there.


Looking back now, that little mountain church house,

Has become, my life's corner stone,

It was there in that little mountain church house,

I first heard the word  I've based my life upon.


At the all day Sunday singing  and dinner on the ground,

Many were the souls that were revived,

While my brothers and my sisters  who've gone on to glory land,

Slept in peace in the maple grove nearby


Looking back now, that little mountain church house,

Has become  my life's corner stone,

It was there in that little mountain church house,

I first heard the word  I've based my life upon.

Looking back now  that little mountain church house,

Has become  my life's corner stone,

It was there in that little mountain church house,

I first heard the word  I've based my life upon.

I first heard the word  I've based my life upon.





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