There’s a little mountain church in my thoughts of yesterday
Where friends and family gathered for the Lord
There and old fashioned preacher taught the straight and narrow way
For what few coins the congregation could afford
Dressed in all out 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 piece in the maple grove nearby