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,
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.
Chorus
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.
Verse
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 peace in the maple grove nearby
Chorus x2
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.