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