Oh, Queen Aretha, let us all togehter go back to the old Landmark!

LET US ALL GO BACK TO THE OLD LANDMARK,
LET US ALL GO BACK TO THE OLD LANDMARK,
LET US ALL GO BACK TO THE OLD LANDMARK,

Then, we’ll stay in the service of the Lord.

Let us kneel and pray in the old-time way,
Let us kneel and pray in the old-time way,

Let us kneel and pray in the old-time way,
He will hear us and be near us,
We’ll be given bread from Heaven,

He will feed us until we want no more.


Preachers preach the word in the old-time way,

Preachers preach the word in the old-time way,
Preachers preach the word in the old-time way,
Tell the story of His glory,
It will warn men,                                                       it will turn men,

It will save this old world from sin and shame.


Let us blend our voices in the old-time way,
Let us blend our voices in the old-time way,

It will save this old world from sin and shame.



Let us blend our voices in the old-time way,
Let us blend our                                                        voices in the old-                                                      time way,

Let us blend our voices in the old-time way,
Common meter, they’re much sweeter,
When you stop singing, bells keep ringing,
It will linger right down in your                                                            soul.

Let’s go down to the river in the old-time way, 
Let’s go down to the river in the old-time way,
Let’s go down to the river in the old-time way,

Sons and daughters buried in the water,
Coming up shouting, nobody doubting,
Everybody happy in the service of                                                       the Lord!

LET US ALL GO BACK TO THE OLD LANDMARK, 
LET US ALL GO BACK TO THE OLD LANDMARK,
                                                    LET US ALL GO                                                       BACK TO THE                                                        OLD LANDMARK,

He will hear us and be near us, 
We’ll be given bread from Heaven,
Tell the story of His glory,

It will warn men, it will turn men
Common meter, they’re much sweeter,
When you start singing, bells keep ringing,

Sons and daughters buried in the water,
Coming up shouting, nobody doubting,
Everybody                                                               shouting,                                                                   shouting,                                                                   shouting,                                                                   shouting!