Don't be afraid You're not on your own anymore. Set your mind at rest my child, Feel free to cry, feel free to sob. And I dig, Deeper and deeper, Into
How I long once more to be with my friends At the old country church There's a place dear to me where I'm longing to be With my friends at the old country
There's a place dear to me where I'm longing to be With my friends at the old country church There with mother we went, and our Sundays were spent With
Sometimes in fond mem'ry my thoughts go back to the old country church That I attened as a boy You know it's kinda funny how we cling to old bygone days
Just another rusty brother Seeing his old role replayed Looking in the world like a broken mirror Seeing his old face displayed They come and go, come
There's a place dear to me where I'm longing to be With my friends at the old country church There with mother we went and our Sundays were spent With
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: Don't be afraid You're not on your own anymore. Set your mind at rest my child, Feel free to cry, feel free to sob. And I dig, Deeper and deeper,
