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There's a place near to me, where I'm longing to beWith my friends at the old country churchThere with mother we went and our Sundays we spentWith our friends at the old country churchPrecious years of memoriesOh, what joy they bring to meHow I long once more to beWith my friends at the old country churchHow I wish that today all the people would prayLike we prayed in that old country churchIf they'd only confess, Jesus surely would blessAs He did in that old country churchPrecious years of memoriesOh, what joy they bring to meHow I long once more to beWith my friends at the old country church From Letras Mania