The Old Farm~

The Old Saying~ "You Can Never Go Back Home Again" is really true~
Sometimes I think it is best to leave the Memories in your mind~
Visiting grandpa's old farm, driving down the road,overgrown with time,the farm house is weathered and worn, no longer in use,
The big house is what they live in now,Grandpa's old rocker still sits on the porch,

Coming back here just isn;t the same, too many years have passed,too many things have changed.
Passing over the wooden bridge reminds me of years ago, where the preacher baptized in the muddy creek,
My sister and I would watch sitting on the wooden beam of that old bridge.

Down in the River to Pray

As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good old way
And who shall wear the starry crown,
Good Lord, show me the way.
Oh, sisters, let's go down,
Let's go down, come on down,
Oh, sisters, let's go down,
Down in the river to pray.

As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good old way
And who shall wear the robe and crown,
Good Lord, show me the way.
Oh, brothers, let's go down,
Let's go down, come on down,
Come on, brothers, let's go down,
Down in the river to pray.

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