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Sometimes in fond mem'ry my thoughts go back to the old country church<br />That I attened as a boy<br />You know it's kinda funny how we cling to old bygone days and bygone places isn't it<br />Why it seems like only yesterday that my mother took my childish hand in hers<br />And led me slowly down that long winding path to hear the word of God<br />And I seem to sense his presence more strongly there than anyplace I've ever known<br />There with the singin' of the birds and the humming of the bees<br />I knew that God was surely there<br />I knew it just as sure as if he'd laid his hand on my shoulder<br />And said welcome to my house son<br />Ah but years have passed and times has brought many heartaches and many tears<br />I've seen my mother pass onto the great beyond and many loved ones have followed<br />And I'd seen them go with dispairing hearts and tear dimmed eyes<br />And now in later days as I stroll along<br />The grassy footpaths to the old country churchyard<br />And I view the final resting place of my departed kin<br />I'm consoled by the thought that their sleep is a happy one<br />There in the place where God and men are one<br />And once again I seem to hear the voice of our gentle shepher saing<br />Welcome welcome to my house my son<br />Precious years with memory...
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Sometimes in fond mem'ry my thoughts go back to the old country church<br />That I attened as a boy<br />You know it's kinda funny how we cling to old bygone days and bygone places isn't it<br />Why it seems like only yesterday that my mother took my childish hand in hers<br />And led me slowly down that long winding path to hear the word of God<br />And I seem to sense his presence more strongly there than anyplace I've ever known<br />There with the singin' of the birds and the humming of the bees<br />I knew that God was surely there<br />I knew it just as sure as if he'd laid his hand on my shoulder<br />And said welcome to my house son<br />Ah but years have passed and times has brought many heartaches and many tears<br />I've seen my mother pass onto the great beyond and many loved ones have followed<br />And I'd seen them go with dispairing hearts and tear dimmed eyes<br />And now in later days as I stroll along<br />The grassy footpaths to the old country churchyard<br />And I view the final resting place of my departed kin<br />I'm consoled by the thought that their sleep is a happy one<br />There in the place where God and men are one<br />And once again I seem to hear the voice of our gentle shepher saing<br />Welcome welcome to my house my son<br />Precious years with memory...
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