There's a church in the valley by the wildwood,
No lovelier place in the dale;
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale.
       

Chorus

 Oh, come, come, come, come,
Come to the church in the wildwood,
 Oh, come to the church in the vale;
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale.
       

 Second Stanza

Oh, come to the church in the vale,
To the trees where the wild flowers bloom;
Where the parting hymn will be chanted,
We will weep by the side of the tomb.
       

Third Stanza

How sweet on a clear Sabbath morning,
To list to the clear ringing bell;
Its tones so sweetly are calling,
Oh come to the church in the vale.
       

 Fourth Stanza 

From the church in the valley by the wildwood,
When day fades away into night,
I would fain from this spot of my childhood
Wing my way to the mansions of light.


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