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

Where friends and family gathered for the Lord

Where an ol' 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 lifes cornerstone

It was there in that little mountain church house

I first heard the words I based my life upon



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

Many were the souls that were revived

While the brothers and the sisters who've gone on to Gloryland

Slept in peace in the maple grove nearby