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THERE'S A LIMESTONE CHURCH DOWN IN THE COUNTRY.
ABOUT A MILE FROM THE HOUSE WHERE I WAS BORN.
THE BELL WOULD RING OUT IN THE MORNIN',
WHEN SOMEONE PASSED AWAY OR A NEW BABE WAS BORN.

I CAN STILL HEAR THE SINGIN' OF THE CHOIR,
BE IT LILY OF THE VALLEY OR THE OLD RUGGED CROSS.
I CAN STILL HEAR THE PLEADING OF THE PREACHER,
SAYIN' JESUS DIED TO SAVE YOU, ARE YOU LOST?

AROUND NINE OCLOCK EACH SUNDAY MORNIN',
WE COOKED OUR SUNDAY DINNER FOR THE LIMESTONE CHURCH
THE KIDS WOULD RUN AND PLAY, WE'D SING OUR CARES AWAY.
IN DAYS OF GLORY AT THE LIMESTONE CHURCH.

THERE'S A SILENT GRAVEYARD IN THE MEADOW,
WHERE SOULFUL REST AND PEACE PREVAIL.
PRECIOUS MEMORIES ABOUND IN THAT VALLEY.
WITH EACH TEARDROP THAT FELL AT THE LAST FAREWELL.

LAST NIGHT I HAD A DREAM I ATTENDED,
THE LIMESTONE CHURCH THAT'S BEGGIN' TO BE TOLD.
A VISION SO CLEAR I WAS AWAKENED,
LILLIES FILLED THE GRAVEYARD AND THE LIMESTONE TURNED TO GOLD.

AROUND NINE O'CLOCK EACH SUNDAY MORNIN',
WE COOKED OUR SUNDAY DINNER FOR THE LIMESTONE CHURCH
THE KIDS WOULD RUN AND PLAY, WE'D SING OUT CARES AWAY.
IN DAYS OF GLORY AT THE LIMESTONE CHURCH.