In our little one room country school it s where I learned to pray
A church without a steeple that s where I learned to pray
Every Sunday morning about the hour of ten
The door would open to our school the preacher did walk in
He d smile and say good morning how everything today
We d bow our heads and close our eyes and then he d say let s pray
In our little one room country school it s where I learned to pray
Our church that had no steeple is no longer there today
From Monday until Friday at school we d learn and play
Then back at school on Sunday that s where I learned to pray
piano
Our clothes were clean but faded sometimes our feet were bare
But no one noticed anything except the Lord was there
We d come from all directions searching for the way
Harmonizes at school on Sunday that s where I learned to pray
In our little one room...

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