Nestled in a peaceful valley low
Flanked by great Kentucky hills
Country folk singing in unison
From tenor to soprano and trills



The rustle of a mountain stream
Scents of autumn permeate the air
From long ago, I still recall
The joy that I felt there



The sounds of laughing children
Playing outside before the preaching
Helping Mrs. Fletcher carry supplies
For the class that she'd be teaching



"When We All Get To Heaven"
Always made the rafters ring
"Amazing Grace" and "What A Friend"
Caused us all to shout and sing



As the L&N roared quickly by
Filled with coal, no doubt
The singers never missed a beat
It's hard to drown a Baptist out



The pastor preached his sermon
And the sweat poured down his face
Hands firmly on the Bible
As he spoke of love and grace 



We stood and sang "Come To Jesus"
As people came up to be saved
Kneeling and praying at the altar
Finding the peace they craved



One of my favorite times of all
Was when revivals came to town
There was all day preaching and singing
And pot-luck dinner on the ground



Weddings, funerals and baptisms
That old church house saw it all
I'll hold those memories in my heart
Till I heed Heaven's altar call



Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
July 20, 2010
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