Little Mountain Church House B
There’s a little mountain church |
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 |