Val Storey - Little mountain church house

There’s a little mountain church in my thoughts of yester^Cday Where ^Gfriends and family gathered for the ^DLord There an ^Gold fashioned preacher taught the straight and narrow ^Cway For what few ^Gcoins the congre^Dgation could af^Gford

Dressed in all out Sunday best we sat on pews of solid ^Coak And I re^Gmember how our voices filled the ^Dair How mama ^Gsounded like an angel on those high soprano ^Cnotes And when the ^Groll is called up ^Dyonder I’ll be ^Gthere.

Looking back now that little mountain ^Cchurch house Has be^Gcome my life’s corner ^Dstone It was ^Gthere in that little mountain ^Cchurch house I first ^Gheard the word I’ve ^Dbased my life u^Gpon.

At the all day Sunday singing and dinner on the ^Cground ^GMany were the souls that were re^Dvived While the ^Gbrothers and the sisters who’ve gone on to glory ^Cland Slept in ^Gpeace in the ^Dmaple grove near^Gby

Looking back now that little mountain ^Cchurch house Has be^Gcome my life’s corner ^Dstone It was ^Gthere in that little mountain ^Cchurch house I first ^Gheard the word I’ve ^Dbased my life u^Gpon.

Looking back now that little mountain ^Cchurch house Has be^Gcome my life’s corner ^Dstone It was ^Gthere in that little mountain ^Cchurch house I first ^Gheard the word I’ve ^Dbased my life u^Gpon.