Brush Arbor meeting
Some gold morning when this life is o're I'll fly away ( in the morning ) To a home on God's celestial shore I'll fly away ( I'll fly away ) Years ago, when I was just a boy in the Oklahoma hills They didn't have a church in which to pray So the people got together and they built one of their own Just a shelter made of poles with a roof of hay Well, it wasn't just a Baptist or a Church of the Nazarene But people of all faiths came there to pray And it didn't make no difference the color or the time And lots of folks would sing till break of day And they called ti a Brush Arbor meeting You could hear the people singing far away Just praising the Lord, and shouting victory I can still hear them singing today There is power, power, wonder working power In the precious blood of the Lamb Now a day the churches are so pretty and so nice And they all have different names upon their door I wish we all would sshout and sing like we used to long ago And come together like they did before * Refrain Give me that old time religion Give me that old time religion Give me that old time religion It's good enough for me * Refrain