Texty: Dry Branch Fire Squad. Oak Grove Church.

There's an old church so dear, standing lonesome and still
And in memory it's still to me
A place still so sweet for I heard as a boy
The old hymn Near my God to thee
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There I heard Daddy pray and I heard Mother sing
With the tears runing down their face
Many now have passed on, who's souls there were saved
While we all sang Amazing Grace
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There is still an Oak Grove where I played as a boy
And I'm sure there is still a well
And I know every spring sweetly still the birds sing
Some will nest in the old church bell

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Oh, the wonderful, beautiful memories untold
Oh, the m-e-m-o-r-i-e-s, untold
Of an old fashioned church, yes Oak Grove Church of old
Oak g-r-o-v-e Church of old
Will live on till the end of time
For my wonderful, heavenly Saviour was there
S-a-v-i-o-r was there
Each time, yes each time that old church bell would toll
Each time the bell tolled
Looking for his lost sheep to find