I remember when I was only four,
Mother would bring me 'round to the store,
And just outside of the Church she'd stand,
And "Come in", she'd say, reaching down for my hand
.
"Just for a minute"

And then when I started going to school,
She'd bring me down every day as a rule,
But first the steps to the Church we'd climb,
And she'd say: We'll go in, you've always got time,

"Just for a minute"

Then I got real big, I mean seven years old,
And I went by myself, but was always told:
When you're passing the church, don't forget to call,
And tell Our Lord about lessons and all,

"Just for a minute"

And now it's sort of a habit I've got,
In the evening, coming from Casey's lot,
Though it takes me out of my way a bit,
to slip into Church with my hat and my mit,

"Just for a minute"

But sometimes I see the other fellow
Standing around and I just go yellow.
I pass by the door, but a Voice from within
Seems to say, real sad: "So you wouldn't come in"

"Just for a minute"

There are things inside of me, bad and good,
That nobody knows and nobody could
Excepting Our Lord, and I like Him to know,
And He helps, when in for a visit I go,

"Just for a minute"

I know what happens when people die,
But I won't be scared, and I'll tell you why
When Our Lord is judging my soul, I feel
He'll remember the times I went in to knell

"Just for a minute"