The Tabernacle

by Karla Worley and Brent Lamb

“Down by the Tabernacle oh,
where the June bugs danced
and the lemonade flowed,
and we prayed and we sang
’til the sun sank low,
laughing with our sisters and brothers,

Down by the tabernacle hey,
where you knew you were loved
and you wanted to stay,
though the summer heat was like judgment day

We always enjoyed each other
“We went to the river and some were baptized
Clapped our hands and testified
Then we passed around the chicken and the Buttermilk Pie
And nothing ever tasted better”