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There's a place near to me, where I'm longing to be With my friends at the old country church There with mother we went and our Sundays we spent With our friends at the old country church Precious years of memories Oh, what joy they bring to me How I long once more to be With my friends at the old country church How I wish that today all the people would pray Like we prayed in that old country church If they'd only confess, Jesus surely would bless As He did in that old country church Precious years of memories Oh, what joy they bring to me How I long once more to be With my friends at the old country church |