Little Mountain Church House B

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
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.

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.
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