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There's a family Bible on the table |
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Each page is torn and hard to read |
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But the family Bible on the table |
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Will ever be my key to memories |
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At the end of day when work was over |
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And when the evening meal was done |
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Dad would read to us from the family Bible |
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And we'd count our many blessings one by one |
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I can see us sittin' round the table |
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When from the family Bible dad would read |
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I can hear my mother softly singing rock of ages Rock of ages cleft for me |
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Now this old world of ours is full of trouble |
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This old world would also better be |
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If we'd find more Bibles on the tables |
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And mothers singing rock of ages cleft for me |
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I can see us sittin' round the table |
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When from the family Bible dad would read |
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I can hear my mother softly singing rock of ages |
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Rock of ages rock of ages cleft for me |
