Lyrics
Every year about this time, there's a place I go
Full of folks I know who love the Lord
Lawn chairs on the grounds, and music in the air
The Spirit of the Lord is everywhere
At the concert in the country, my mind can be at ease
The Spirit of God is in the air
Folks come from miles around, just to pray and sing
There's no place on earth I'd rather be
Birds are everywhere, harvest's in the air
Hearts full of thankfulness and praise
Saints sing their songs, and make a joyful noise
To praise the One; The Saviour of their souls
(Chorus)
All too soon it's gone; it's really over
Brings a tear to every single eye
Then before you know it we're all back again
We're all back here once again to sing
(Chorus)
There's, no place I'd rather be . . . . . . . . than here