A house not a home was a picture satin painted. For sweet little sister and me. Our daddy would frown while mother was praying. His heart was so hardened that he would not believe.
I see a bridge a way to cross the River of Strife River of Strife. I'm not smart I'm not strong many needs I called were wrong. And my heart is often drear when troubles appear.
We were alone last night pretending wrong is right. Time flew by it seemed I wish it had been a dream. You said those words again we were so close again.
A house, not a home, was the picture Satan painted. For sweet little sister and me, our daddy would frown. While mother was prayin', his heart was so hardened.
I was down in the valley way down in the valley when the Saviour heard my feeble cry. Now I'm back up on the mountain way up on the mountain. Drinking from the fountain that never will run dry.
Let me go with you don't leave me I'll miss you I'll love you. Now that I've kissed you I'll never forget you I know it's true. If I can only tag along I'll do it to be with you.
I met a little girl in Knoxville, a town we all know well. And every Sunday evening out in her home I'd dwell. We went to take an evening walk, about a mile from town.
While shepherds watched their flocks by night. All seated on the ground. The angel of the Lord came down. And glory shone around. And glory shone around.