Prairie Songs, for Chorus: The Old Church Songtext
von Stephen Paulus

The old church leans nearby a well-worn road,
Upon a hill that has no grass or tree,
The winds from off the prairie now unload
The dust they bring around it fitfully.


The path that leads up to the open door
Is worn and grayed by many toiling feet
Of us who listen to the Bible lore
And once again the old-time hymns repeat.

And ev′ry Sabbath morning we are still
Returning to the altar waiting there.
A hush, a pray'r, a pause, and voices fill
The Master′s House with a triumphant air.

The old church leans awry and looks quite odd,
But it is beautiful to us and God.