The Right Hand of Fellowship Songtext
von Doyle Lawson & Quicksilver

On Sunday night long ago in that little white church that I love so
After we′d sing "Oh Pass Me Not" for
Those who did not know the Lamb of God
We would thank Him for His grace and before we parted ways
Every neighbor would extend the right hand of fellowship
All it meant was I'd be there and I′d remember you in my prayers
It made family out of friends, the right hand of fellowship
Those old time ways are almost gone,
We're not sure they can be counted on
We're not concerned like we should be About our brothers′ burdens or his needs
Sometimes when evenin′ shadows fall,
I hear the ghost of those old Gospel songs
Then all my heart, I ache to grip the right hand of fellowship
All it meant was I'd be there and I′d remember you in my prayers
It made family out of friends, the right hand of fellowship
All it meant was I'd be there and I′d remember you in my prayers
It made family out of friends, the right hand of fellowship
It made family out of friends, the right hand of fellowship