Carl Jackson, The Little Mountain Church

Carl Jackson, The Little Mountain Church, twofold, Lyrics,
There`s a little mountain church in my thoughts of yesterday
Where friends and family gathered for The Lord.
There an oldfashioned preacher taught the straight and narrow way
For what a 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
And when the roll is called up yonder, I`ll be there.

Looking back now, that little mountain church house
Has become my life`s cornerstone.
It was there, in that little mountain church house
I first heard the word I based my life upon.

At the all day Sunday singings and diner 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 grave nearby.

Looking back now, that little mountain church house
Has become my life`s cornerstone.
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 cornerstone.
It was there, in that little mountain church house
I first heard the word I based my life upon.