I remember the songs We sang Sunday evenings, In a white church in a green time, When faith was strong. When my dad played the bass And mum played the drums And I played the piano, And Jesus sang the song. Now those small town days have come and gone, And sometimes my faith grows weak. Ah but still every time I hear those songs, I hear my old friend Jesus speak And I will cherish the faith In the songs we knew then, Till we all sing together Till we all sing together Till we sing them together again Now those small town days have come and gone, And sometimes my faith grows weak. Ah but still every time I hear those songs, I hear my old friend Jesus speak And I will cherish the faith In the songs we knew then, Till we all sing together Till we all sing together Till we sing them together again...