If These Old Walls Could Talk by Wilburn & Wilburn

Here Comes Sunday by Wilburn & Wilburn

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If These Old Walls Could Talk
by Wilburn & Wilburn

Album: Here Comes Sunday

I drove back to that little country church
That I went to as a child
And it still stood gleaming white on the hill
With the red buds growing wild
I walked inside and I found
It was like stepping back in time again
And I couldn't help but think to myself
As the memories flooded in

If these old walls could talk
You'd hear Brother Bobby Walters
Calling lost souls to the altar
And a country choir singing
"I Surrender All"
If these old walls could talk
You'd hear about that Sunday night
When Roger Martin saw the light
The one we never thought
Would take that walk
If these old walls could talk

There inside was the same old upright
Aunt Virginia used to play
And I found the pew in the back where we sat
And I heard my Daddy pray
Oh, there's so much that I miss and I love
When I think about the place
And every time I come back
Just like that it seems like yesterday

If these old walls could talk
You'd hear Miss Janie testifying
People praying, laughing, crying
Lifting burdens up in Heaven
Worries big and small
If these old walls could talk
The Holy Spirit coming down
And praises ringin' all around
To the One who picks us up
Each time we fall
If these old walls could talk

If these old walls could talk
You'd hear Miss Janie testifying
People praying, laughing, crying
Lifting burdens up in Heaven
Worries big and small
If these old walls could talk
The Holy Spirit coming down
And praises ringin' all around
To the One who picks us up
Each time we fall
If these old walls could talk
If these old walls could talk