Where I Learned To Pray — текст песни (Loretta Lynn)

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...