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