Oak Grove Church

Dry Branch Fire Squad

There's an old church so dear, standing lonesome and still
And in memory it's still to me
A place still so sweet for I heard as a boy
The old hymn Near my God to thee

Oh, the wonderful, beautiful memories untold
Oh, the m-e-m-o-r-i-e-s, untold
Of an old fashioned church, yes Oak Grove Church of old
Oak g-r-o-v-e Church of old
Will live on till the end of time
For my wonderful, heavenly Saviour was there
S-a-v-i-o-r was there
Each time, yes each time that old church bell would toll
Each time the bell tolled
Looking for his lost sheep to find

There I heard Daddy pray and I heard Mother sing
With the tears runing down their face
Many now have passed on, who's souls there were saved
While we all sang Amazing Grace