Little Mountain Church House

There's the little mountain church
In my thoughts of yesterday
Where our friends and family gathered for the Lord
There's an old fashioned preacher
Taught his straight and narrow way
For what a few coins the congregation could afford

Dressed in all our Sunday's 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
When the role 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 based my life upon

At the only Sunday singings and dinner on the ground
Many words and souls that were revived
While the brothers and the sisters
Who've gone on to glory land
Sleep in peace in the maple grove nearby