Click on photo for website
(CLICK ON TITLE TO HEAR SONG)
LITTLE MOUNTAIN CHURCH HOUSE
by The Spencers
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,
When the roll 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 all day Sunday singing with dinner on the ground,
Many were the souls that were revived;
While the brothers and the sisters who've gone on to glory land,
Slept in peace in the maple grove nearby.
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.
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.
It was there in that little mountain church house,
I first heard the word I based my life upon.