You know that warm feeling when a song instantly transports you back to cherished moments? That’s what ‘Family Bible’ does every single time. Whenever I listen to it, I imagine a cozy evening where everyone gathers around the kitchen table, and that well-worn Bible sits open, pages rich with history and love. It’s a beautiful reminder of simpler times when family and faith were at the heart of everything.
What makes this song so special isn’t just its melody, but the genuine emotion woven into every lyric. Willie Nelson wrote it early in his career, and even though he sold the rights back then—can you believe that?—his heartfelt connection to the song shines through unmistakably. It’s like he’s sharing a piece of his own family’s story with us.
And here’s something interesting: even though other artists recorded it first, Willie eventually made ‘Family Bible’ his own on his albums. It’s almost poetic how the song found its way back to him, resonating even more deeply because of that journey. It speaks to anyone who’s ever felt the comforting embrace of family traditions or found solace in shared beliefs.
Listening to ‘Family Bible’ feels like coming home. It’s more than just a gospel song; it’s a timeless story that touches on the core of what binds us together. Every time I hear it, I’m reminded of the values that truly matter and the simple joys that often mean the most.
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Lyrics
There’s a fam’ly bible on the table
Each page is torn and hard to read
But the fam’ly bible on the table
Will ever be my key to memories.
At the close of day when work was over
And when the evening meal was done
Dad would read to us from the fam’ly bible
And we’d count our many blessings one by one.
I can see us sittin’ ’round the table
When from the fam’ly bible dad would read
I can hear my mother softly singing
Rock of Ages, Rock of Ages cleft for me.
This old world of ours is full of troubles
This old world would oh, so better be
If we had more bibles on the table
And mothers singing Rock of Ages cleft for me.
I can see us sittin’ ’round the table
When from the fam’ly bible dad would read
I can hear my mother softly singing
Rock of Ages, Rock of Ages cleft for me.
Rock of Ages, Rock of Ages cleft for me