I remember the songs
We sang Sunday evenings,
In a white church in a green time,
When faith was strong.
When my dad played the bass
And mum played the drums
And I played the piano,
And Jesus sang the song.
Now those small town days have come and gone,
And sometimes my faith grows weak.
Ah but still every time I hear those songs,
I hear my old friend Jesus speak
And I will cherish the faith
In the songs we knew then,
Till we all sing together
Till we all sing together
Till we sing them together again
Now those small town days have come and gone,
And sometimes my faith grows weak.
Ah but still every time I hear those songs,
I hear my old friend Jesus speak
And I will cherish the faith
In the songs we knew then,
Till we all sing together
Till we all sing together
Till we sing them together again...
