There's a church in the valley by the wildwood,
No lovelier place in the dale;
No place is so dear to my childhood,
As the little brown church in the vale.
Oh, come, come, come, come,
Come to the church in the wildwood,
Oh, come to the church in the dale.
No spot is so dear to my childhood,
As the little brown church in the vale.
Oh, come to the church in the wildwood,
To the trees where the wild flowers bloom,
Where the parting hymn we'll be singing,
We will weep by the side of the tomb.
Oh, come, come, come, come,
Come to the church in the wildwood,
Oh, come to the church in the dale.
No spot is so dear to my childhood,
As the little brown church in the vale.
Oh, come, come, come, come,
Come to the church in the wildwood,
Oh, come to the church in the dale.
No spot is so dear to my childhood,
As the little brown church in the vale.
From the church in the valley by the wildwood,
When day fades away into night,
I would fain from this spot of my childhood,
By the way to the mansions of light.
Oh, come, come, come, come,
Come to the church in the wildwood,
Oh, come to the church in the dale.
No spot is so dear to my childhood,
As the little brown church in the vale
No lovelier place in the dale;
No place is so dear to my childhood,
As the little brown church in the vale.
Oh, come, come, come, come,
Come to the church in the wildwood,
Oh, come to the church in the dale.
No spot is so dear to my childhood,
As the little brown church in the vale.
Oh, come to the church in the wildwood,
To the trees where the wild flowers bloom,
Where the parting hymn we'll be singing,
We will weep by the side of the tomb.
Oh, come, come, come, come,
Come to the church in the wildwood,
Oh, come to the church in the dale.
No spot is so dear to my childhood,
As the little brown church in the vale.
Oh, come, come, come, come,
Come to the church in the wildwood,
Oh, come to the church in the dale.
No spot is so dear to my childhood,
As the little brown church in the vale.
From the church in the valley by the wildwood,
When day fades away into night,
I would fain from this spot of my childhood,
By the way to the mansions of light.
Oh, come, come, come, come,
Come to the church in the wildwood,
Oh, come to the church in the dale.
No spot is so dear to my childhood,
As the little brown church in the vale