Brush Arbor Meeting

Some glad 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
We 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
The Church of the Nazarene
For the people of all faiths
Came there to pray
And it didn't make no difference to
The color or the time
And lots of folks would sing
Till break of day
When they called in a Brush Arbor meeting
Oh, you could hear the
People singing far away
Just praising the Lord, and shouting victory
I can still hear 'em singing it today

There is power, power, wonder working power
In the blood of the Lamb
There is power, power, wonder working power
In the precious blood of the Lamb

Nowadays the churches are so
Pretty and so nice
And they all have different
Names upon their door
How I wish we all would shout and
Sing like we used to long ago
And come together like we did before

Whenthey called in a Brush Arbor meeting
Oh, you could hear the
People singing far away
Just praising the Lord, and shouting victory
I can still hear 'em singing it today

Gimme that old time religion
Gimme that old time religion
Gimme that old time religion
It's good enough for me

And they called it a Brush Arbor meeting
Oh, you could hear the
People singing far away
Just praising the Lord, and shouting victory
I can still hear 'em singing it today
Just praising the Lord, and shouting victory
I can still hear 'em singing it today