Intro: (1) 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 (2) Dressed in all our Sunday best we sat on pews of solid oak And I remember how our voices filled the air How momma 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've based my life upon Instrumental: